A Song full of horns fell out an open
window, splashing the air while reaching
the sidewalk where passerby’s
failed to notice the temporary comfort.
Tenement dogs growled nervously at
barefoot children. Colorful chrome decked cars
and men with hats cruised by. A police siren
attempted order. A young man ran into the alley.
Like a desert at high noon,
heat fingers rose from the street.
An old lady carrying groceries hurriedly walks
up the front steps. A buzzer sounds, letting her in.
She gazes back at the dogs.
Roger Singer 