(of course) the last morning

parkbound

                 round the corner

                                   down the street

and which street do you live

(do you play clue)

looking on

p(ast).p(resent).f(uture)

running past

                         trip

                                trap

                                       trop

no horses on this block

because i forgot

                    i needed (not want) 

forgotten

                  dreamobject at home

(driving up&down street peering)

pick up

             pace

                         picante

when i realized

i was wearing black leggings 

                                      and a tiny pink bra

thinking how can i keep the girls in?

 (wanna play

hide-n-go seek

outside 

             the line

                        the box

needing out

                      here

                              there

me wondering why this bra?)

then

when afterwork colors shift

parked flowergarden cars lining 

                                                     streets

                drivers

                dayoffwork

face on

dice

never know the chance

runningdrivingchatting

stopping outpouring

                                  working men

                                                  work men

                                                                work

till finally...

i was running

by

          trying to avoid eyes

                      keeping the girls in check

when a handshake

asked me 

how are you?

you are who?

                          turning dead bolt

                                bolt pass

thinking 

stops

hardly a go

feeling warm palm prints in 

morning eyes