N. LAMAR STREET-WALKER

In the damp twilight hour
unzipping her overalls
she reaches into her halter top
and hoists to her lips
the last of Friday nites reverie
taking one last pull
tossing the empty bottle aside
the N. Lamar street walker
sways on her heels and toes
as she attempts
a sober-line walk
In passing
she smiles
a gap-tooth grin
as she fades into the dusky morn

RUNDBERG LANE

On my way again
down Rundberg lane
finally,
on my way...
Amidst the rush and roar
white solitude
on Rundberg lane

Taming the beast
stillness
sets in
down Rundberg lane