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.