So blindingly
the red light and the blue
and the violet flashing too,
of The Three,
clustered round a narrow corner,
two paramedics in bulky jackets
and equipment galore
about the place,
body down on the sidewalk -
resuscitation? -
and the heavy blanketing?
Follow in the queue,
round the obstruction,
past that silent scream of lights,
while a policeman standing, hands
in pockets, looks you over
in the zoo cage
of your little glass enclave,
as all idle workmen
and road-menders do.
YOU ARE READING
Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
