Frozen, blank concrete won’t hold his words;
even his mind no longer hears him,
only receives the slur of an unkempt, entropic life
like the night reception of a distant station
talking love and life in a foreign tongue.
Dime – he said – or time or chime or
the breeze takes it
as he counts his grungy pennies, quarters, nickels
with third grade math.
Broken in 1/2 is a lesson in fractions.
Broken in .5 is a lesson in decimals.
Snow creeps across our broadcasts –
the interference of a solid object.
Then the picture clears –
“Buy now. Buy now. Buy now.”