extravagant grace

city street stretches

wakes to trash bin bangs

produce delivery truck brakes to feed 

tan tourists

looking down on phones 

discarding still-warm lattes

omelet halves from brunch

to be taken back out by this

man draping a sea-blue tarp 

over his cans and shopping cart

our eyes meet 

as he turns the corner on 3rd and Ford 

underneath

the rooftop geraniums who witness

wordless with crimson, extravagant

grace