All this was a long time ago, I remember,
And I would do it again, but set down
This set down
This: were we led all that way for
Birth or Death? There was a Birth, certainly

The dark streets of the great city sparkle with light
Vast wealth profound poverty side by side
"I am homeless" printed neatly on cardboard
"Sale" in tall red letters just over his shoulder
Each waiting, hoping, inviting my notice.