Sunset over the water
Slipping down the east coast
Stopping regionally in Rhode Island and Connecticut before arriving in New York
At the new station, half heartedly connected to the old
In the middle of constant construction
I anticipate a contrast between the
muted grey blue pink purple yellow orange sunset, and the
buzzy sharp white LED station lighting that I will step into
Slipping in and out of a light late afternoon sleep reading MIL-STD-1629A
Environments: The conditions, circumstances, influences, stresses and combinations thereof, surrounding and affecting systems or equipment during storage, handling, transportation, testing, installation, and use in standby status and mission operation.
I watched gulls flock around two bums lying in a pile of cold sleeping bags and trash
In Boston
The smaller birds knew what the styrofoam container promised,
And they milled around, slipping on the frozen pavement and jumping back into the grey sky above
But the container was empty, save a sugary sticky glaze of the sauce
likely left over after lackluster noodles from the food court in the back of the station
Above which I first learned the term “mezzanine”
When i was 15, searching for a place to eat a McChicken
Purchased directly next to that greasy Chinese stall
while moving quickly, alone, from bus to bus or train
Slipping in and out of my skin, shadowy against cold air and diesel fumes and street lights and bare branches
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