-The street-
The street shifts with the times; shiny red
lights, power lines heavy under thick dust, and the feet that tilt it back and
forth.
Clothing styles come and go and come
again. Teenagers suck down
cigarettes. College students pop their collars. Girls climb to the top of high heels and totter.
There is a strange scene of status; the
latest fashion in street sweeping attire.
Feet shift and shake on heels as her arms grow embarrassingly firm.
Children play, in the gutters and in the
trash. A blessed imagination takes them
through the dirt, the dust and the day into some sort of wonderland.
Steam soaks out of an open piece of glass. The damp humidity chokes, the flavors
provoke.
A frying cart; soaking in oil and down the
throat. Slam some more salt on that lettuce, please. Press it in there.
The tea shop, where they drink beer. The memories made on the street.
The grass is where they grew up, but the
times have changed. A cement square here,
a water feature there. Yet there it is! A time
and a place for feet; on the street.