A summer day like any other
The air is wet and life is smothered
Sun beating down
The ground is hot
The man in the groovy shirt
Roams the parking lot
He smokes and spits
won’t ever quit
He stares into December
The passerby pause and ask
what is it he remembers
He wiggles his toes
Holds up some cash
His face begins to shrivel
He takes a swig and says something
And who’s to say it’s drivel
He says
2013 dollar bills
I’ve got here quite a few
And you’re left to sit and wonder
What that’s supposed to mean to you
Months later when the snowflakes fall
on a frigid afternoon
that same man in the groovy shirt
Is staring into June
His boots sit on the powder
fingers dancing in his hair
frozen breath and cigarette smoke
mingle in the air
He throws the butt onto the ground
cursing fools unaware
Something’s wrong
our hero whispers
But there’s no one there