Sitting on a bench
alone
I snow
on Broadway
where derelicts
rule.
Moments speed by in
cars so swift I cannot catch
them
faces so many
faces unlocked in time
Statues breathing the smoke
of cold winter
like prisoners
in camps
walking to and fro
in coats kicking the snow.
Where, where are you?
I have waited hard and long.
I know of bagmen and bagladies
who too
with me
wait.