her hair all covered
old couple hold hands walking
not their street of dreams
her hair all covered
old couple hold hands walking
not their street of dreams
woman with shovel
the dead don’t bury themselves
tabby in the road
still hard to believe
even after all these days
twenty-seventeen
old man with a broom
brushing off what gridlocked streets
three inches of snow
just before daylight
sounding like woodpecker’s song
man on jackhammer