A Man Scratching Lottery Tickets on the Street Corner
A man stands at the door to
the corner liquor store,
holds tickets in his hands,
scratching away, scratching,
as pedestrians walk by and
pay him no mind.
Everything has converged upon this
moment. He takes off the silvery
coating and reveals the
He surrenders them to the wind.
They swerve into the clouds,
like lost birds,
and he re-enters the crowd
shuffling back to workfrom lunch.