I walk down the street
sunset blvd
towards a latte
I step over
a woman
black as midnight
hands in prayer
supine
wet cement
she howls
are those tears?
we pretend
they are raindrops
washing
the dirt off her chin
I walk down the street
sunset blvd
towards a latte
I step over
a woman
black as midnight
hands in prayer
supine
wet cement
she howls
are those tears?
we pretend
they are raindrops
washing
the dirt off her chin