its christmas eve
Rocco de Giacomo
its christmas eve
and snow is falling
on the scooters
parked outside
a late night kimbap
restaurant
I'm walking a mangy little dog
that the neighbours keep
on a 2 and half foot chain
for 11 hours a day
terrified of people
its sniffing hopelessly for a little place to piss
and I know I there is something
that I should be doing
there is something important to be said
but this dog is taking its time
and bright eyed girls are
scraping snowballs from the sidewalk
and dark haired guys
are smoking their cigarettes in telephone booths
and everything else
has let fall
under the weight of all this
and built white
on the black seats of the scooters
holding
like a word held
in breathless wonder
