Down Town

"Lost and safe"

Almost blooms ride bikes
wear down shoes
with paper sleeves,
knees rubbed known,
smile
on by as parade balloons
blocked streets:
graffiti peck upon foreheads.
Lemon drop
shadows entice,
made most mostly of dust.


Rundowns ask for lighters
set fires, so and “she”
him impart cues with
flicks
of the wrist;
watch to what heights this
homelessness—afternoon
delight with a doberman
gentle drop—
bears a resemblance
to empty spots in photo books.