When water melts,
it is gentler than milk. Beneath
a pink kid's bike by the road, I see the man's back. Shirt pulled
over head to shade his neck, he faces the woods. Two hundred
yards back, a black plastic door fronts his burrow. Brown ti
leaves wrap around the rail above. Categories require
instances. Instances require equipment: bike, tarp, pole. At Civics,
girls practice footwork, each to her own ball; behind the restrooms a
couple has set up camp. It's probably safe, I tell my son, close to
the police station. We cannot let the homeless take over our city,
the mayor says. It's a problem that requires a war, or a cure. The
man at the park stares through chain link at the parking lot. His
partner lies beneath her yellow blanket. I see her two feet,
standing.
--18
June 2014
Notes:
"When water": Dogen
Photograph: Civil Beat, 2 June
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