This morning I found
hidden
on the coarse carpeting of a fashionable hotel room’s floor
between the taxi horn’s bleats
between the police siren’s wails
between Broadway and 8th Avenue
between inhale and exhale
one still moment.
About time. And product. And being more deliberate.
This morning I found
hidden
on the coarse carpeting of a fashionable hotel room’s floor
between the taxi horn’s bleats
between the police siren’s wails
between Broadway and 8th Avenue
between inhale and exhale
one still moment.