I walked down plant street today, all the way
to where it meets a sharp gothic church, hugged by an
overgrown garden. three little black girls were standing
in the tiny doorstep of their big pink house.
when a van turned the corner, one of them said "mommy's home!"
on the other end of the mouth was a pair of roller blades
balancing on the toes.
I saw a squat house with a fenced in front yard, like louisiana.
two dogs barked at me from behind a fence.
a fat woman in a big pink shirt came out and looked at me, looked
at the camera hanging from my wrist.
she asked "can I help you?"
I told her there was a cat next to her house
and she told me to stop sneaking.