Express to Work

Because your body smells of sweat, sawdust,

9-5 & lemon rind. Smells of coffee grinds & time.

How polite your skin is against mine. NY Times

& this. Daily grind. Grind. Crime in times. News

& crime. Grind & time. Time & grind. Warnings

never end & it’s cold—keep a coat on & it’s bustle

graffiti, train track trance—all of us a spell.

Ekphrastic poem sample based on painting by Maxwell Taylor