TAXIS
This thicket is thickening and while I am away
it gets more dense still. Trees throb like monsters
of wicked gel, and all I see are figments and shadows.
There are winsome absences and things vacated now -
unseen generalities and specific anamolies.
I saw her again today - walking her dog - and those
with her were nodding. Someone piped up 'is that Bud?'
I turned to reply in negative, but couldn't find the
strength to speak. It was nearly evening. The taxi drivers
were just sitting around on their bench, smoking as they do.
I wondered about their composure, their calm, their elan.
Do they witness odd scenes every day and say nothing?
This thicket is thickening and while I am away
it gets more dense still. Trees throb like monsters
of wicked gel, and all I see are figments and shadows.
There are winsome absences and things vacated now -
unseen generalities and specific anamolies.
I saw her again today - walking her dog - and those
with her were nodding. Someone piped up 'is that Bud?'
I turned to reply in negative, but couldn't find the
strength to speak. It was nearly evening. The taxi drivers
were just sitting around on their bench, smoking as they do.
I wondered about their composure, their calm, their elan.
Do they witness odd scenes every day and say nothing?
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