in the big fountain, drained for repairs
a well-dressed chinese woman
wearing latex gloves and rubber boots,
walks carefully inside,
picking up dimes and nickels
off the slimy concrete.
on a bed of flattened cardboard
in a doorway, under a filthy
off-white blanket, two people quietly fuck.
the wild parrots scream
in the naked poplars across the street.
a thin man, in stain-blotched jeans,
stands at the foot of an outdoor stairway
immobilized, and growling.
he holds a green cellophane
candy wrapper in one hand,
reading the ingredients
and barking and making
and barking and making
no move to climb the steps.
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