Union Square in the Rain

I can hear the bass
broken umbrellas litter the bike path like
trees uprooted from the dirt of
owner’s hands
metal branches bent and broken
A pregnant woman so full of child
her back is bent
carries a McDonald’s coffee carefully.
Marcel is at the bar
has been since 9.
He’s wiping dust off of the glass shelves
replacing Herradura, Jose Cuervo, Reposado
where he took them from
My bike chain cold and wet
wraps around the scaffolding under
the slight overhang of tin
The streets are not crowded
wind beats against us
a baby in a snow seat in her carriage inside
cries and tries to move
but her nanny says no
sips at her coffee
the lighting is less than flourescent
the no sounds again
like an echo
but louder

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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