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And Words Are All I Have
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Where Were All the People
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The harried mother leaves the stroller unattended for two,
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in the massive rollout of time.
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One thousand…See how it’s long enough
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for the baby to thrash momentarily inside
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and send the pram on its descent down the subway stairs,
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bouncing almost giddily now,
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one of those overpriced buggies
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with the top drawer suspension.
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Yes, that would have been the perfect time
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for some gallant responder to appear at the bottom,
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returning the swaddled baby unharmed to its weeping mother,
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before rushing off, anonymous, to his day job.
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Where were all the people,
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you may well ask, gentle reader.
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How do any of us make it this far, I ask,
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when three seconds is all it takes for a mother
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to be in need of a miracle.
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The right turn meant to be a left,
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the unbalanced ladder that is scaled anyway,
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the side rail on a children’s slide
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awaiting the simplest of repairs,
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the driver's crimson lipstick
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that needs freshening in her car’s rear-view.
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We can never take enough care.
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Four thousand.
Scramble the hazmat suits.
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News at 11 Warren Beatty will now be remembered as the old guy who screwed up at the Oscars. Forget his landmark films, his dangerous Clyde Barrow looks. That scene in Reds where he and Keaton reunite at the train station, The one that left you breathless: I saw it in a commercial the other day for Citibank. All of …
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