HOLY THURSDAY

Bottle bag drifting down the park path
Tina Turner in bedroom slippers shuffling on Lark St.

This energy --
                             this drifting --

when I get to work
when I get there

when I stop drifting
when I get my ass in gear

when I get to work

first the words disappear
                                                then images

This morning’s feelings
                       drift                        away

Proud Mary gets on the bus
a park worker stabs the bottle bag

“...and the priests in black gowns...”