7.1.2008

Cork


so this is pilgrimage. a can of coke.
some crisps. cigarette butts. the smell of fried
chicken. the sun behind a cloud. the light
turns red. I cross. a girl my age touches
her face and looks away. an older man
kisses his girlfriend while she's on the phone.
the brick is black. alone. guitar. the sun
blinks down. it's afternoon. a father has
no patience. for a moment there's a man
with coffee contemplating sitting down.
he looks at me. a smile. he walks on.
a language I don't speak. the sun again.
unless I raise my head I won't be seen.
a woman leaves the city council library.
Tourettes. she shakes her head. again. she takes
the corner. ducks into a run. the wind
blows trash and leaves. a car horn blows. I look.