Keeping the Windows Up in a Black Car |
by Eric Wang

Old hands;
Drifts of trash;
Pennies and dimes;

Helmet and face;
Strand of hair;
Fall wind.

Blocks of words;
Faded signage.

Eric Wang lives in New York City. He enjoys writing poems, especially when they elicit non-automated responses. He works in midtown Manhattan, consulting, and takes the subway to and fro, to and fro. He went to Columbia College.