We await a connection
an unfolding of the uncommon
a respite from the pulled file
the cold case
the addendum
a moot point for those
waiting in line in the rain
umbrellas poking clouds.
The specials around every corner
beg the question.
Smoke rises from the chimneys
of those taking their dog
and pony shows on the road
a road potholed and cluttered
with abandoned
mass transit buses.
Footsteps echo off buildings
scheduled to be razed
before change punctuates
the thought-balloon -
ghosts on the spur of the moment
waiting for the lost to stumble
entering their shadows
cartographers linked in time.
