The hot egg hard boiled
tossed change for bodega chips
The rush to school
the bus stop street glance
hurry up and wait

Childish excitement atop stairs
and elderly hands grip railings
all going somewhere

Years pile on years
sediment calcifies
red lining
gentrifies

We are so much like raindrops
in our small circles and big circles
all at once

Maybe more like puddles
constant splashing about

Apoptosis
circling life
beginning and end
If I were a tree
I’d like to survive
being cored
watch my own
dissection

Would each ring have its own voice
Would I fracture?
How long
until what?