Downtown In the Summer
A summer's evening stroll
in the downtown.
Tiny flying bugs
maneuver in the wind.
A hobo with one hand
strums a guitar,
his traumas grate against the air
as his style
-the blues-
echoes from his instrument.
Older ladies rush home
their purses clutched tight to their sides.
Knowing the approach of wicked darkness
is near,
and the welfare recipients who wander
the streets perhaps need
extra cash.
Druggies begin to appear.
Their morning,
and day
-hours in which to score a hit-
is others sleeping time.
This is the downtown.
When the summer evening winds down.
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