Lopping through
city streets like a kangaroo, sometimes
touching hands to pavement for balance, or to change
direction,
there are people running and bicycling past me, and of
course automobiles. i am proceeding uptown, moving easily
and quickly...i pass a dark patch
in whose shadows a panhandler asks for spare change. i hop past
him and he yells after me, "I only have a short
time to live!," shaking
his head in exasperation. Now it's light again. i cross an intersection, on a corner of which
is a crowd of young people squeezing into a car to leave on a trip.