The Shortest Distance

A naked body
in the center of your road;

I am a dash
to your extended line

that stretches indefinitely
in opposite directions.

"It's a Perfect Day, Isn't It?"

I agreed.

"I've worked hard all my life.
It was time for me to slow down
so I sold my car a few months back
and now I take the bus
or walk places
like brunch here on Sundays."

He raised his cane from the bench
a tapped the sidewalk one.
His wooden exclamation point
ended our exchange.

I walked home.
But more slowly
that I had I left it.

Vegas Neon