The lone patrol car rolls.
A commercial trash truck
idles. Empty trains rattle
below. A stranger quick
draws a bird on brick.

Suspended without suspense,
time is elusive in limbo. Unseen
bottles clink, clatter into some
recycle bin. A woman scrapes
her garbage can to the curb.

No thrum from the great city.
I might be lost in the forest,
slogging through an all white
snowfall, or tied in the twisted
sheets of last night’s dream.