How the Street Person Thinks

       by Nadine Lockhart



     a tree over there has his brother full of wool—wrapped in wind windows 
rapping many times this noise and the noise from the sweater the foot-shaking 
woman stop stop no when the noise from her flip flop flip flop and the begging 
crow flies apple wedges into brick-brown how do you like them wings flapping 
like crackling paper or bad plastic the humming of something the roaring of 
walking over to the waste bin leaning in to see the bus is a street whale making 
babies like the white one making babies in the air.