a poem by Eugene (Gene) Novogrodsky

Push and wind, up go the shutters,
Noisily, in Mexican shops, with morning sun building.
Young women, maybe some junior high, and
Then then pour water on the sidewalks,
Then, sweep it away … wetting gutters ….

Hit a button and up go the shutters in malls.
The women, maybe some high school, in suits,
Ready to work the store, no brooms for them,
No straining with aluminum, no blouses and jeans,
No wishes for Friday’s romance ….

Brownsville

Gene left this poem in a comment, but I think it deserves front page status.

-stan