camera #2

tight long skirt folds in with
each metric step down bedford park wearing a
sharp curved short wig
a child scolded by his parent walking with
chin pressed hard against his chest and i'm
familiar with the move
a woman in what looks like an orange burka curled
asleep in the corner of the d train or maybe awake
hard to tell
two giggling girls duck under the turnstyles
when i was younger the tollbooth guy would loudspeaker that shit but
he stands there
staring but silent
bengal streetcat semiseriously chases pigeons in the korean church garden
drunk elderly man on a rolling walker sloths across a green light
1000 piles of dogshit in a neighborhood with 500 dogs and no oversight
kids in the recess yard throw trash over the black iron gates
the aftermath of a birthday party in mosholu park brings the smell
of ribs and the mild chuckling of beat parents
green apple core browning leans gangster on apartment stairs
pigeon rides the wind for three oblong loops before
settling down to eat deliberately placed uncooked rice
marked for death outside the liquor store
where single asian mother tickles her child before getting me a bottle of cheap rum
stage left an MTA employee buys a fifth of hennessy with no small subtle
snuffling insult to my meager pickings
daughter maybe 7 years old cries those heavy hallucinatory tears
into her father's stomach
he stands somewhat embarrassed watching the street
the tattooed shirtless hold court outside bronx tenements
smoking cigarettes and playing dominoes
cars briefly disturb the basketball game in the street
one of the kids slaps five with the old man in the passenger seat