Does each have a name?
I consider the stern ants…
From the top of my high rise.
.
Sunset, park just closed
New friend, the ringing phone booth!
The little bird sings.
.
Deportation time!
A mass of people line up
And wait for the buss.
.
He makes a promise
Somehow that’s anesthetic
“This won’t hurt a bit.”
.
After work hours,
Brilliant innovator’s
Sale cons my wallet.
.
Hoping it will change
So I’m throwing bricks at it
It’s a wall, I know.
.
Chaos, half-done mess…
“Why has God forgotten me?”
Asks the canvas, wet.
.
Church, at the doorstep
Written off as a sinner
A homeless beggar
