The Figure Skater

The figure skater’s crotch
was there for all to see.

Outside the yellow cabs
displayed their undersides as well.

If God was looking down,
he played the clown.

A homeless man crossed the street
to get home.

The wind was blowing out of the north,
no one knew why.

A space craft hurtled in outer space
as if it was a race.

The figure skater fell flat on her ass,
but what an ass.

The subway waited patiently
for crowds to gather.

One more day had ended in the city
that never sleeps and therefore never wakes.