while you slept
the radio hushed
winter storms
so you woke to see
streetside trees shivering
their tops dipped
in porcelain sky.
their skeletons--
bent or snapped-- proof
of Nothing's heft.
bus service will be delayed today &
the people are waiting for you
with blackberries, i-pods, cell phones.
they're wearing glasses with ridiculous frames,
reading books by authors you'd never read,
heading to office parks where you'll never follow.
you can head to work unnoticed,
but this late bus is yours
even if nobody sees you board
in your black coat.
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