ANOTHER DAY

The dryer rolls  in heat circles, my door’s closed so I only hear it muffled.  Windows cracked to move air, city sounds leak in, the constant metal-ocean groan, sharp horn calls, tire squeal, the ambulance cry “Bring out your dead!”, the trucks, the 18 wheels moving it all around, getting it here, and there, whatever it is…I . . . → Read More: 5.6.07 this particular hour