34th Street

I saw a man,
on a railroad track.

He pulled his
rodent-ridden blanket
to prevent the cold –
nestled into a ball –
on his back.

Atop the rumble
of trains and
passengers that grumble –
he slept through
Spring, Summer, and Fall.

Did you see him not?
or maybe you forgot –
reading Victoria’s catalog
while your brother rots…