Tagged: cab ride
perhaps life and death
perhaps life and death
start with a cab ride, meter
running, waiting for
a destination – my hands are
deep in these pockets, searching
.
20180502:0750
y
from the B.Q.E.,
from the B.Q.E.,
i am always seeing you
for the first time –
a rapid exchange
in morse code,
from windows to
window, rolled
down for
better decoding
.
20150927:1835
y
it’s not the city,
it’s not the city,
it’s not on the best day,
maybe it’s the persistence,
but i would share a cab
to eternity with you
.
20150305:1403
y
y 