looking thru the commericalglass of the holidays or
howard j's
(I failed to make a distiction)
after a long day at luther college
the one in iowa
listening to the impressive.
trying to impress
I stood there
watching myself feel
feeling
my own eyes checking
my dark reflection against
the day sounds.
standing there listening
as the raindrops dropped
over the dead leaves that
rested on greenless grass
as the tree's shadow
played dodge with the
slow wind
at night the distant
street light is the brightest sun
and I go to bed feeling
a part of it.
