(for Vinnie)
Trace the track
—intractable.
That we pull
the duck wheel foot
behind us waddling.
This afternoon,
a cruel commute.
Solar dust
congregating
into latticework.
And I walked
down that road
—with Vin,
underneath the
setting sun.
No one
talked. We walked
to the corner store.
Free March Madness
at the Vic.
