Please, shine marigold
on this broken, trodden walkway
to contrast the idle procession of hoopties
that wait for food.
.
Across the road,
darling old ladies climb up firescapes
to get to the yoga studio.
.
I wait in the van
and watch a man carry a basket of apples.
His jeans are shredded into tassels
down from his knees,
the strands blow in all directions,
and a little girl runs ahead of him,
she chases a Mylar balloon.
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