Dumpsters in back alleys huddle,
dumb, dank, dirty, dark, depressing, dull.
Cinders carpetbomb the byways.
Sin, hope, despair, righteousness
number the quick among the lame,
numb the promise of identity and name,
humbler each season. Lost opportunities
hummm like the broken winds that accompany
mumblers in their gutter, hookers and hawkers, preachers at their pulpit.
Mums and gladiolas shine on windowsills -- shameless exhibitionists.