at a bus stop,
feet shuffle
to embrace -
the sun light
hits the windshield
bright eye,
i blink,
they cry.
there's a hospital,
behind . . .
it's lonely where everyone
can see you.
stoplight. shit.
they're still on my right
in front of hospital;
ten fingers each,
ten toes each,
all sweating tears
affected -
ten new fingers
play the beethoven sheets
and the windows are down,
they hear
with two ears
each
and cry
outside of hospital
