A high heat
pushed roadway
lines sideways
crowds trample the streets
pulled toward destinations
in a sea of shoulders
fire escapes spread
waffle slanted shadows
onto faded bricks
a radio pushes
static into an alley
garbage cans release
the aroma of yesterday
young men
rolled up sleeves
bright buckles
black pocket combs
slicked back hair
protect their corners
the day is long with
story.
Roger Singer 