the rains have brought wrappers and disintegrating tissue
to the steps
the broom is wet and in effect futile.
kaya ascends with me bending to scrape someone else's disregards from the pavement.
his red knitted beanie and crooked nose hold his smile.
he has been a patron of these streets for fifteen years
vernon keeps his heart company and shakes so tight
he could brake skin.
they fluff passing pets on leashes
and shiver-dance on Broadway until there is no one else to see
the do not starve. they smoke
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