He gets off the bus to wait
for his accounting class
to begin, in order to forge
his future dream, owning his own
business.
Down the block she walks
having had a long night with
a crying child she just dropped
off, at her mother’s before her shift
at Grimaldi’s.
He pulls his van into a spot
as the kitchen staff comes out
to receive the order of lo mein and
ginger root he drove in especially for
today’s lunch.
She looks out her high window
to see that the bakery is open so
she can now purchase three dozen
cannolis to take to her nephew’s
christening tomorrow.
He unlocks the door and
turns on the bachata while
making ready all his clippers
hoping soon he will give his day’s
first hair cut.
Full parking on both sides
a narrow chasm in between where
you can run out of room
very fast, as you drive down
Bleecker St.
~Miguel
