UNDER THE TREE AT LEXINGTON MARKET

...You lick your ice cream, little pink tongue
like a cat's, flick, flick. Lick fast, girl, the heat

gonna melt it, like summer melts me...


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Prompt=shade/shady. Shade made me think of heat, of obtaining relief. Peace...

Walking through Lexington Market on Monday Morning

Fog settles,
Cotton batting over
crushed peanut shells,
chicken bones gnawed
to marrow, bottle caps
and cigarette nubs,
ash ground into asphalt
cracked and broken,
cardboard sheets propped
against the alley wall,
one man’s home.

Fog settles,
a temporary shroud
to the day.


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Namaste...