What do I listen to? It all depends in summer, with the windows open, I listen to the street
The harrumph of garage trucks beep-beeping delivery trucks 4-wheeled rap blasting
air brakes of the Pink line bus – murmur of background traffic – Ambulances shrieking East to Hopkins, West to Greene Street Medical Center Whup-whup-whup of PD ‘copters.
Gabbers, laughers, argumenters, sometimes a dog, sometimes a child, a fiddler once.
hushed interludes of mid-day silence
In the evening, bottles clinking, outdoor-sitters at the MarketPlace
the ting ding ding of the Light Rail train, a radio.
In the silence after-hours, I hear the refrigerator hum.
Baltimore is a divided city – black and white and in between. Some see the other as enemy. But that’s not so. For example, today I took my white-haired, white lady self and my small red cart down the street to the Asian market on a block best described as iffy. I’m moving slowly recovering from an injury. As I’m about to leave the store, an African-American man passing on the street, pauses and kindly holds the door for me. Thank you. The AA men lounging on the sidewalk move aside offering words of encouragement – take it easy, take it easy.
There is kindness everywhere.
Last week, flowers – red and white vinca –
were planted beneath the curbside tree.
Come Sunday morning, they were not.
someone had plucked them out
one by one
and left them, roots upturned,
Who would do this to a flower?
I imagined some reveler coming from the corner bar
stumbled there and
out of need or spitefulness
asked the flowers –
Love me? Love me not?
Gently I pressed them back
into their holes
Will they survive? Who knows –
flowers are a hardy lot.
Fate: the intersection of Time and Space.
Monday, June 12th
Me on foot and
a black Honda.
[the longer version]
I laugh and say I’m risk adverse
I look both ways on one-way streets
until yesterday, when I forgot.
Too late, I saw a backwards, fast-moving car.
I jumped aside, but not enough
x-rays said nothing broken.
I’ve learned my lesson
Fate can strike from all
honeys the bee
Went out this morning
and bought a baguette
My neighborhood allows such pretty pretense –
the young ones all dressed for a street scene
in Paris or Soho.
French bakery, and Dragon
Elegant and funky
Walking by the Basilica,
A woman in a gauzy Spring dress
with her cane wielding Mother behind her.
– A light breeze –
The Mother barks – Hold your dress down
The woman dutifully drops her arm to her side –
stoically keeps walking.