Gogyohka 01.14.10

Before the old man
wiped the winter drip
from his nose
it was a rain drop
from a spring branch

Walking around all day
inhaling ether
I leave the house
and New York
puts me in my place

Sitting across from his bulldog face
I point to his MLK pin
"Which speech is that?"
"I have a dream."
He doesn't look at me