Tompkins Square Pastorale

Pigeons peck poems on pavement.
Ants crawl in code up paint-cracked bench
My people sprawl in vowels, yawn a couple
Hiphop lines. Sun ball boils. Sudden rain runs
Steam locomotive. It is raining. But what is
It?   The grass
                          under the sidewalk
                                                             shakes
Its greeny head.

  Bob Holman