When I Step Outside

On a good afternoon,
I'll go outside; 
once the sharpened air
wears dull,
and sidewalks
heal from the
beatings of yesterday's
feet--
a five-day war of 
coffee swords and
briefcase shields.
Before time grows
sluggish
and before the bulb of day
burns dry,
I'll step outside,
for a moment
to see the sun.