A Thursday in May, 2004

Grey mid-morning
depressed after having
punched the wall,
look out of work’s window
to see the tops of city buildings
jammed with lives lost,
101, Rialto, etc. leave
a lot to be desired,
but they’re not here
– not where I am –
and so they look
strangely attractive
under dull grey light
of late autumn’s last days;
seven hours later soon to be long night
without respite.

– May 6, 2004