From Little Raven Tower
by
Mitch Grabois



The elegant, well-dressed skeleton
leaves his home at Little Raven Tower
leaves his
river rock balcony
and strolls down to the river

He tips his hat to ghosts
stops for a moment and leans on his cane
puts eternal life
and eternal death
on Pause

The hot dog seller
the bottled water vendor
neither are awake yet

The skeleton sits on a bench
and toes shards of glass
He's elegant but
his tuxedo ends in scuffed hiking boots
a chain saw scar on the leather of the left boot

The city throws its light across the river
as if energy were free
Union Station is dark

Copyright 2012. All rights reserved.

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