Wide streets cluttered with life.
Threads of voices. Open market.
Awnings with stripes. Aprons
with pockets. Busy hands, strong
and soft. Silk skirts. Cut flowers,
carnation strong. Youth with a vision.
The world moving on sidewalks.
Colorful hydrants. White walled tires.
Black Cadillac’s. Patent leather shoes.
Gold chains. Grandmothers watching.
Package store drinkers. Trucks and taxis.
Deli fat sandwiches. Cheese and wax.
Soda bottle tops. Open barroom doors.
Men sitting on steps. Shirts open.
Cigarettes and cigars. Laughter. Open
windows. Curtains reaching out. Fire
escapes rusting. Red brick. Brownstones.
Fedoras tipped. Perfume slips by.
The street owns the day.
Roger Singer 