Colin Dodds

Vagrant at the Playground

 

Vagrant at the play
ground on Sunday morning 
The cops give him hospital 
pants and zip tie his hands

No lights, no sirens 
for the ambulance
No hard feelings, not at 
that exact moment

 

 

 

South Sixth Street, Nineteen Ninety Nine

Gloaming on the short street
Russian winos naked in the spray 
of a fire hydrant as the sun kindled 
sweaty pavement, turbid tide

Their gristle bodies free 
of eroticism or threat, washed at last 
in the patched pave and stopgap liberty  
of a darkening dead end
 

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