there’s a man standing
at the corner store
so still he must be
traveling at the speed of light
and time has stopped -
traffic passes him by
when the light is green -
store business
carries on around him
soda, chips and beer,
cigarettes
the sidewalk holds steady
beneath his feet

a spider is weaving
just across the street
a bright circle on a field
light sparks off drops of dew
four gems on a diadem

a man is standing
at the corner store