Tuesday Afternoon

Walking by a woman,
Trying to reason with a child,
Sees me noticing her struggle and smiles.

And the chongo working construction,
Holding a vape pen,
Sipping on Gatorade,
Exhaling drifts of white smoke that smell like grape.

Passing by a salon,
A row of empty barber chairs,
A shitzu sleeping next to a pile of hair.

A couple ferns,
And a big old jade plant,
In the front window,
Thriving happily, unattended,
"There's so many things we know we don't know"*