SPLAT

While the dozens of lights
change their colors
and the pigeons coo and
stalk the courtyard
across the way
is a corner store
where idlers stand sharing
a paper bag, and troubles
then a helicopter owns the sky
but no one seems to care, but him
then some chatty women hurriedly
pass below leaving perfume trails
and crew workers discuss
what to do next while sipping coffee
and an old woman goes about
picking up bits of trash
and the cars rush around
to points unknown
and as the morning sun
beats down upon him
sweating, he overlooks it all
then sighs
cries
and closes his eyes