How to Park

Fetching the car

true intimacy

if anyone knew

how much to slow

down under the

LIRR where the

bridge grants

the snow liminality

and I lift my step

higher

    treacle dance

    bouncy castle    

    vamping

    on the frozen

    pigeon shit

if anyone knew

that the thought

is this

that watching

my breath tumble

from my mouth

wishing it was

cigarette smoke

and knowing that

I shouldn't

and won't

and that I'm here

now, making my

life to step into,

that we can all

be so much more

than the 

alternate side shuffle

and also the

shuffle is enough,

maybe a city

shadow tax

but not a tax on 

our thoughts.