Subway Poem

Navigating homeward
Carrying your tuba
Newspaper
Like you could blow
Pushing your stroller
Suitcase
As if you could know
The man sitting across
Diagonal
Eyes down
Hands in lap

On the street a man blowing balloons
And twisting balloons to shape the world
And blowing smoke
A twisted grin and something
Unintended to his audience

Below a man
Beady eyes
A girl across
Fiery and young
Eight
He leers
Peekaboo
Speaks to her
“You got a boyfriend?”
Spits on the floor
Again
Again
She turns and hugs her mother
Smile on her face
Warm
Not thinking as I do

"Consideration"

Taking this into –
I made it even more difficult for you to –
I hope you make it through –
Without –

“Fast and Slow”

If I were slow
As light
If I were fast
As a day with snow on its feet
I would run slow
And sleep fast
With you