Staffie lipsticked terror
Owner beams as he squats
Cross the road quick. 
Cooking in the midday sun
On a red brick bed, a junkie sleeps.
A little boy demands simply
why, why, why, why?
Mammy has no answer
keeps her calm in the street.
Cat woman's Casablanca
now a boarded up hazard
a suspended memory
between life going on.
And the ice cream man's
throwing a wobbly
thinks he has right of way
lip reading obscenities
Mind That Child indeed.
And the sky is blue,
and the roses in Billy's garden
are big headed beauties
Wafting behind a protective fence
beside the bursting bin.