No Waiting on the Wrong Side of the Tracks


Cardinal Beacon
sits quiet in the bush
being a one-bird red-light
district.

Suddenly, the District is booming
and open for business, at four (four! FOUR!)
blazing establishments.  No waiting.

Many Grey Ladies bite each other's feet,
and chase away
in excess access of
upswelling territorial
lust.

This is a nasty neighbourhood.

     Quietly, I sit on the porch
     red cellophane over my
     giant Four-cell Flashlight.