19th

perhaps it’s negotiation
visits like past in dickens
that stitches & cuts
if it’s to be enough
when no one believes in time
but fights seasons anyhow
i am on the el train home
and it should be springtime
this cracking wind romances
i like my coffee like my women
dark, bitter & better in morning
only strangers look lost
along statues on the parkway
looking for just one sign
to say help is on its way