Noon broke the cafe;
orphans gathered outside the hotel as laughing? and hubcaps tore down the street

violinist, serenades the passersby,
the drunks gathered to gamble the traffic
while the alleys spilled out the bicycle chains ,
carving the doors at news of summer's depth.

today twice Vladimir was shouting something at the corner,
an assembly of junkyard dogs at his words,
scanning the meter with huge scissors
and making vultures of the cars

scarcely have the newspapers fallen out
of the truck when they've been trampled to pave the street

twice today Vladimir shouts something at the corner,
there are ships colliding in his eyes
we have hardly reassembled his arms,
but how fiercely he waved them around

Sunday he heard her laughing
carried the building to the fire escape, shouted
"Vladimir, boy, you are always sinning
so with your blood we paint our doors"

Vladimir wanders through the lane
builds chapels of the pebbles,
crafts the steeple of the wolves