A concrete walkway, perhaps wide enough for a car: fenced,
a few weeds, some leaves. A man in a blue jacket opens a door
into a blank-faced building.
Against a plain concrete wall one block long, one woman
waits beneath the bus stop sign -- a flag of cheerfulness,
even though brown.
The black brick jumping tower
at the fire station, a tree in front, a crow overhead,
and no one walking or jumping or running...
on the other hand, does not lend
itself to blankness.
Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: email@example.com
I Am Innuit
Crossing the Country
INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO