Random Acts of Poetry
Dinner and a Show
A dowager sun of ocher 
Shines against the windows,
As we exit
And quicken our feet. 
We hear Hebrew on Broadway 
Passing by a fruit stand. 
An invisible chain in coils
Encircles a prostitute. 
And it almost breaks us down,
This game of counting doors. 
 
Words can satisfy 
Or pierce like a hypo;
The amplified voices 
Testifying for the moon 
Like stentorian birds, complaining
Of a sky cindered with night, 
While dirty men
Seek to eat. 
Meat and pepper wait 
Just beyond the light,
Behind those steamy, 
unbreakable panes.
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