Sun and simmering
west wind—lightly cooking off
any remaining
damp tang of last night's
only faintly recollect-
able rain—
presently licking the gimcrack
gaudy backs
of greedgobbled
hordes
of
greasedappled flies,
which crowd dizzy hunks
of plumpish sidewalk dogshit.
And to think!
he'd only noticed this—
exact same
shining anomaly
probably
sixty—no seventy!
times this August
alone already—easily.
