Minutiae
An insurmountable list of tasks
written in sequence—
each task tucked into
a space between two others:
squeezed into the interstices of living,
hardly noticed.
Prescriptions, groceries,
laundry, the post office,
furnace filters, phone calls,
chinking in the gaps,
locking days together with Lego-like precision--
these ordinary tasks:
veins of gold in the granite of living.
Taxi
The yellow taxi-streams
Flow past islands
Of parks, museums, offices;
Past rock-bound towers of merchandise
Flashing neon-bright both day and night.
The city is a living thing,
Breathing traffic and smoke,
Pulsing with people
In a rhythm all its own.
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