Hosing the Sidewalks

In the mornings, building staff, Equipped with long green hoses, Wash sidewalks down, attentive to What lurks beneath their noses. Most often, it’s what’s left behind By dogs which poo or piddle, With owners who, despite the law, Obey it very little. Though yesterday, a homeless man Sprawled on the sidewalk, sleeping. Though he was dry, surrounding him, Was proof of clean-up keeping. Aside from where he lay, the street Was wet from recent hosing, A kindness from the worker, Or at least what I’m supposing. I’ve sometimes gotten spritzed a bit, An accidental spraying, But I was touched to see this dose Of empathy displaying.