By Lita Kurth
For my many friends and family who live there
I can feel past my wallet
almost all the way
to “Five Guys Burgers”
big red letters
not today
maybe payday
The red hand goes up
to say hi,
Don’t cross.
Christmas lights sparkle down
like snowflakes
you can never build a snowman with
much less a fort
A pigeon sits in the traffic light
the big red one on top
Could she make a nest there?
Right in front of everyone?
Maybe. For a while.
Copyright Kurth 2018
Lita Kurth MFA- Rainier Writers Workshop (PLU), has published in fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry. She has received multiple Pushcart and Best of the Net nominations for fiction and Creative Nonfiction. “This is the Way We Wash the Clothes,” (CNF) won the Diana Woods Memorial Award (Lunchticket). She is co-founder of San Jose’s literary reading series, Flash Fiction Forum and teaches at De Anza College and in private workshops. A member of the Working Class Studies Association, she frequently presents at their conferences.
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