Armadillo Home
Armadillo Home
Rush Hour, Chicago
Early evening traffic
rather heavy.
Autos armadillo home
along the Outer Drive
as people out of mouths
of buildings enter mouths
of anything that moves
wherever every evening
they are going. Tonight
they interrupt the passion
of another person’s day,
the crone beside the hydrant
who once again this evening
bows and swoops and curses
as she burlaps broken glass
making faces at the people
propped in autos staring
as she lets the traffic pass.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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