I had a life to give to the subway
But the garbage truck devoured it while
I waited for coffee at the burger stand.
I had a memory of trees in a blossom
Of sunlight but the closed gates
Around the deli one early blight
Robbed them from me with a cudgel
On loan from the police. Everyone’s
Investigated. We measured a finger’s
Length before we started slicing.
Someone fell onto the tracks. Concern.
He became homeless long before
The train came. I lived on the skin
Before I settled into the vessels.
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