under the overpass

oh how i wish i could sit like that again

says the elder woman helping an elder man walk slow laps around the la cross amtrak station where i wait cross legged on the pew-like dark wood bench as the price is right plays quiet in the background


the collection of tents in various conditions

set up under the overpass

as seen from the road my dad takes away from the milwaukee train station

it is 25 degrees


the great novelty

of the armchairs that go back with leg rest thingies that come up at the movie theater

where we wiggle our feet in time to the music –

my sister, her kid and me

passing the tub of popcorn and the tub of soda back and forth

a goofy jokey jovial trio