#16

all day, smells. wet and cold. earthy and damp. a suspicious must. again, as dark sets. wet and cold. earthy and damp. rubber wheels glide, bounce, jolt against rough cement as cars lope by on the left and lit windows slide by on the right, and the smell of the street on all sides. feces. body odor. the sour scent of human effort, of hard living, hangs, lingers in the air. it is not lost, it is home. anxious tobacco smoke clinging to a thick black jacket. a body unbathed. finally, in front of a fire, clothes dry. they smell of wet and cold. earth and damp. the street.