by A.D. Winans
I sit here at the
Lost and Found bar
watching them come and go
working sixteen hour shifts
six, seven days a week
imagining the sewing machines humming
"A stitch in time saves nine."
you see the coming but never going
I imagine the boss madam's eyes
an executioner in disguise
watching waiting for the universe
to devour them
A.D. Winans is a native San Francisco poet, writer and photographer. Grduate of San Francisco State University. Former editor and publisher of Second Coming. Widely published.
