From Picture to Page: Banked

Of all the things I did before I had to call in sick, this poem wasn't one of them. The picture was taken in Southie back on Monday.

Banked

When walk is talk
you do both

on outside's
unshoveled snow

put tracks
over thiers.

It feels
like progress.

Resting is
for privileged

while scared
scap for supper

scrounge for
free time.