You Are Alive
Your sunken sidewalks bloom prolific
invasive beauty buds through your angry concrete anyway
Your topless girls pierce the body of night with jumbled
tattoos --- radiant in the mercury vapor twilight.
Your shoeless black boys tap dance beyond
the double-barreled despondent.
Your affluent trumpets hail Gabrielle to come down from his shotgun bar room and blow new life into a bored bacchanal.
Desire Street is found, and You... You are alive!