Air is crisp wind is thin can I smell it

There are no spider webs on the lamp posts they shine

just light no dust

beaming

I feel rubbery concrete with my bike tire

Kids

are happy the swings are swinging young parents

I am almost at the restaurant clock-in the clock’s

Tick tock

He has gray hair not as sleek as one would

Think

he seemed tired of

Events and congresses and drinking

Abadía Retuerta a novartis house wine

I have served and learned about its

History

Dangling badge tapping through

see-through heavy doors

validating his exit to

Smoke smoke

and then nothing

thin air

it’s 12 pm