The air has assumed a bitter nip.
Flanked by shady pillars I shrug on
the flimsy shirt
and slip into the heartbeat rhythm.
Ears attuned to the ebb and flow,
antennae-like, never static
I rush through jack-hammer exhausts rebounding off the beaten brick walls
and filter past the coke-can hydraulics
hemming me in like garden mazes.
Every creak and foible has become almost familial,
no longer the bane of hours
in the oily dark room, cursing
They straddle the periphery of attention
like estranged friends.
I shuffle through all I can recall
Already just harmless memories
from another life,
Like reflections on the window of a cab leaving town.
I wind down, wipe my raw cheeks,
say a silent goodbye and leave.
Originally published on my old Tumblr in 2013