NORTH ACRES

hotel carpet wet step morning.

1000 school puppies march

by me. 

i wait sitting there/rain soaks into my trousers.

they got

ipods on/bags slung

and 

a very

young teacher/twice as tall/walks in the talking wake.

spring sun shines on the steel walls

and the white glass

and the working

shoulders 

of 

brick

and

all

the hundreds of red white and blue flags 

flap 

like 

bats off corner stuck sticks

up the acres of thought-straight avenues.

i’m walking north now 

in ice fresh 

blue 

cold.