the tops of the buildings
is where they put the art
you have to look up
the sky is blue
more or less
the old men drink and smoke
zimne piwo means cold beer
at the deli she'll even
heat up your pierogi
if you want
cold towards night
bus tires in rain
a homeless lady has
feathers in her hat
no fair, I want a tribe
slip slop
your sneakers slap
puddles, some hot coffee
might be nice
sometime soon
in your mouth are secret strings
tangled and tightly-packed
careful they don't
spill all over the place
passersby would be disturbed