On Diagonal Avenue

Here is the woman who walks

With a chest like a man

Carrying two

Bowling balls in a bag


And here is the hair-lip man

Who pours two packets of sugar

Into his coffee cup

With two hands as two fists


Now a different man

Who gesticulates

As if he is

Casting a fishing rod


Just behind is the group leader

In clandestine conversation:

“You said we were gonna do this thing.

Why you wanna back out now?

“We came here together

And we gotta be strong

This is no time

To be chicken shits.”

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