Crumbling stones,
barely holding together,

A park, to my right,
with nothing to offer
but concrete stumps
and Macadam grass,
where broken syringes
sparkle like prisms
and people slouch or lie.

It is almost dark.
There are no 
open doors here.
The traffic moves quickly.
If I stand near the stoplight
I can hear the clicking of door locks.

To my left,
on one store in
an almost empty block
a man and a woman
raise a bright
orange sign.

It says "Grand Opening!".
They are being careful
to hang it straight.

Two small children
stand very close
together, watching,
thumbs in mouths,
watching,
holding hands,
watching:
Two pairs
of very wide eyes.

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