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...

Baking Pulla

The cardamom
smell from the baking bread
reminds me of fingers
bruising leafy herbs
before the sun beats
too hot,
butter melting


Peace...