most mornings
there’s a man of
indeterminate age
sitting on a stoop
on the street
calling in Portuguese
“um cão, um cão“
extending a palm
focused many fly
by workers working
by waiters waiting
by signs signaling
those looking lesser than
what is deemed of worth
with Birdie tightly close
on her leash lowly
commanded to Hold
her gaze waiting for Ok
the busy street we cross
welcomed by ”bom dia”
and stares from passers-by
as the man of
indeterminate age
sitting on a stoop
on the street smiles
“I don’t do too much talking…” ~ These Days, Nico
