A smashed lock on my car
marks thievery—
Ah, the joys of downtown life.
Fiery spring afternoon—
my patio fun is cut short
by a wasp.
Ants crawl the hot sidewalks,
their number in thousands-
just like us humans.
Red turns to green—
you pass me on the street
like just another stranger.
A retreat to the shade
of my apartment downtown
to nurse my wound(s).
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