The toddler hangs straight-legged from his arm cradle while he bangs with the side of his fist on the plate glass of the storm door that he had to re-install because her husband knew nothing more on how to do anything but sit on his ass and have somebody else do it. When she comes …
Tag: Indianapolis
A City Morning Ensemble
In the city just before dawn, as the electric lights buzz and shine dark pathways for the part-time insomniac crazies; the ones innately aware of the spare benches, the steam vents and the empty ledges; they are all something or rather, caretakers free from taking care; the scribblers - a Santa Claus clone sitting alone …
