Awaiting Mattie's arrival.
10 July 2006, 6:43 PM
Concrete is hard on a body,
regardless of it's berth; harder,
I'd argue, on skinny folk, those of us
with too little padding to ward off
discomfort of bone and solid, unforgiving
cement pressing hard against skin.
The sound of engines roaring
down a main drag that isn't Main Street
jerks me to attention every time.
Time... what time is it?
Where the hell are they?
I'm sure to be thoroughly bug-bitten
by the time they arrive- more alive
for all the slap-and-scratch
keeping me alert, present, and waiting.