A penny not picked up
is a missed opportunity.
To do what?
An opportunity to bend the back
and look deeply into the earth.
A chance to add one-tenth of a dollar
to your meager coffers.
Perhaps a penny not picked up
is a chance to pass a wish onto someone else.
There’s always more pennies.
A white man drinking a cup of coffee
and enjoying a morning cigarette
from a black man drinking a cup of coffee
and enjoying a morning cigarette–
Walking home at night
the branch of a large tree blocks my passage.
Rain-slicked and cool to the touch,
a London Plane perhaps?
My name is Todd.
Will you give me the road?
I mount the fallen limb,
careful to swing one leg over at a time.
Walking away, I wonder,
Is this it?
Comes to me at while I’m sleeping.
Whispers into my ear
a plaintive singsong:
“Moving water never grows stale.”
So I begin to kick my legs.
This wakes my partner up.
What are you doing? She asks.
Just flowing, I say.
You’re fidgeting. Be still.
Sweet Thames (East River), run softly, till I end my song.
I don’t know what it’s like.
Night has come,
and I am headed home,
where a woman is turning on a television
and tearing open a bag of chips.
Later, after an episode of Mystery Science Theater,
we will fall asleep in each other’s arms
and not fear our imminent deaths.
We went down to the Navy Yards yesterday and fed the feral cats. Our favorite was a large Tabby the size of a small mountain lion. A large orange cat sneaked through a hole in the fencing and made like he wanted to come home with us.
I tried to convince Chelsea to climb the fence with me but she refused. I’m not sure it was a genuine offer anyway.
Later, we bought a bottle of champagne from Diego and walked to Fort Greene Park to enjoy the sunshine. Unlike the poor slobs forced to lay on the ground, we took the sun as we swung in our hammock.
I reminded Chelsea that this was one of only 52 Saturdays in the year.
The graphic about the false alarm in Hawaii was shameful and I let the Times know about it:
“The graphic about the Hawaii thing was sensationalist and in poor taste. The copy desk should’ve reconsidered. New York only needs one Post.”