Les Antczak: Calcification

Spring '13 TOC


Click, and then another,

The wing door swings open

 

Small light,

 

We all knew, in one way or another

The horse steered left

Near the fence - & head on with the dark

 

Other side is a row of rental spaces

Emptied, forlorn in week-old dirty snow

Nothing new about this

 

Except that more businesses are failing

& with a frequency unheard of ten years ago

This is not just a cycle

 

The times that were changing & remained the same

Are eerily similar

In that we still walk around with lowered heads

 

Across pavement that looks the same

Muttering insults & worries

Into the wind the same as our grandfathers

 

Only the Hasidic kid on the other end of the block

Bears witness to the

Bells ringing from behind his eyes

 

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Not Enough Night
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