Uneven ’hood Poem

By | 2 February 2001

On this street gentlemen try their dogs.
Old women are always wanted.
Strong demand makes for good prices
though the soft alzheimer types fetch lower
than the sprightly ones with sticks.

The local milkbar is a Mormon temple.
A golden herald tantaras its coronet atop the big Big M ad.
Neat teens gather to eat sweet buns
and harass the shopkeeper.
He watches Chinese videos, nonchalant, sweating.

These daylight saving evenings,
orange with exhaust,
when I sweep the carpet unsettling dust,
when a woman is insane on the nature strip
wailing like a newborn cri du chat
and I wait behind the screen door
like it’s a police fence.

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