the woman glances

sideways into the window

of a sushi store.

i am sitting down

in the shade of an alley.

i am not homeless.

water is dripping

from a wall spigot on a

brick building nearby.

i can't tell for sure,

but i believe that object

is a dog's chew bone.

hey! what time is it?

right at this very moment!

i would like to know!

these two girls walk by

laughing and talking at once.

they turn my stomach.

upon this table

at which i sit there is a

painting of a fish.

the man seems to bounce

when he walks, perhaps because

of his music taste.

pieces slide across

nathan's checkered board, while frank

watches and comments.