Clay on His Shoes
Always the urgency of machines,
the forgetful organism,
the coffee machine, air-
conditioner, the sound
of the radiator 0-
blitterating the slow,
quiet sound of breathing-
bodies climbing, city
hills, recovering a day
-- knows not what it is –
Always forgetting names,
numbers, I'll
see you laters –
can't get back to
the good old used to be
-- never was, them rain-
bow staircases --
Between trashcan alleyways,
clothesline skies, penetrating
mother's look -- before the day begins.
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