At 3rd and Arch Street
A fat woman in pink stretch pants
sits on a bench in front of the Sea-men's Church.
Trucks stir heated air.
It's that time of day when patches
of sunlight form on brick buildings-
somehow sad; not me, but the light
is sad. Well, maybe we both are down.
That kind of separation is difficult
for me; and I'm thinking a lot
about someone else- not me.
There's no explanation I can give:
Tired of this street and love;
which may be the same; or
maybe the sunlight is sad.
I don't know much,
wind moves leaves in trees
and the fat woman in pink
stretch pants is happy;
or is it me?
--Joseph Hargraves has been published in or will be in the Guardian UK, The South African Times, The New York Quarterly, Black-Listed Magazine, Gutter Eloquence, Opium 2.0, Full of Crow.Gutter Eloquence Magazine, Zygote in my Coffee, Right Hand Pointing, and Haggard & Halloo. He has taught poetry to men as a condition of their parole from prison and taught writing poetry to small groups of people diagnosed as "chronically-mentally ill." He is currently a charismatic hermit living in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey.