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