sitting on the fron line, you can hear the soldiers say...

the dangling window washer.
the pack of born-agains.
the miscellaneous misguided pedestrians.
the phone convo dropped,
eavesdropped,
traded in for rich text,
text message.
the bus training this block,
aluminum sunblock.
the hands held love cane,
sugarcane.
the most enjoyable day,
always today.