Wednesday, June 15, 2016

broken cookies

There were twenty two
broken cookies

on the sidewalk,
(I counted)

chocolate chip.
fancy ones, ovals.

like the emblem on the hood
of Crown Victoria police cars.

At the fringe of the financial district
around the corner from the offices

of Immigration, Customs
& Enforcement.

An accident or
a moment of frustration?

In the window
of the Chinese restaurant

the electric sign displayed
the current lotto pot,

380 million dollars.
The cookies had yet

to be trodden into crumbs
for the feasting 

undocumented English sparrows
and Norwegian rats.

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