The shadow world

There is a shadow world

Mimicking the real

It casts itself upon our walls

Prettily outlined in sunshine

Shadows playing on the wall,

In the hall, a copy of the tree

Just outside, a negative of

Its image, standing in for the real

Thing, as solid as the thing itself

There is a shadow world

Mimicking

A cool morning

The cool bright morning brings the cleaned up drunks to the stoops outside their doors
Their hair slicked back, clothes neat and pressed, they talk as if addicted only
To the sounds of their own voices, cheery after a night of debauchery, now
Forgotten, and of which only the dark twinkle in their eyes tells the tale

Brightness that won't be denied

The light is careening off the air

In a slalom of sensation

Brighter than it has a natural right to be

Closing my eyes won't save me

From its preternatural distinctness

It will not be shut down

Why are you dragging that suitcase around town?

Luggage should only be carried-- or pushed or pulled-- on long distance excursions.

Those packing who knows what to schlep to their day jobs need to be sanctioned and shamed.

Wheel carts on subways and buses are a nuisance the rest of us should not have to endure or trip over.

Your curiousity arousing: What's in your bag? clog the sidewalks and endanger pedestrians. You're going where? With all that luggage?

The exception to this ban on wheeled bags is if you are a sales rep, wheeling around samples, which you will leave at each of the places you visit. Perhaps you could get a wheel bag that collapses once empty, so at least on our trip home together, I won't trip over your baggage.