2.17.20

Coffee cups clanging, crashing, kissing lips

The bittersweet bliss of a “day off.”

Market chatter, barter songs and siren calls,

Glittery glass and cold concrete—

The sounds of Saturday:

Steel beams, rusted links and children playing;

A week’s anxiety collected in a corner cubicle;

The city sings its song of release

As I seek

Green relief for my concrete fever.