Outside my window there is steam
and there are lights in a skyscraper
where people sit at their desks
and the lights let them work.
I bought two hot tamales
from the Mexican food cart
hoping it would warm me.
The lights are cold
as I see them
some go in rows
running away from me
and others go in rows
perpendicular to me.
I like the ones that run away
as if they have a place to go
where at the end of the line
people are warm
without coats.
(c)Alan Kleiman 2014
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