By bus stop
Of 10,000 rides
To fields of lilies
Just beyond ghetto gladness
Wadin n Jordan’s run-off
She tidies their quarters
Fist full of transfers
With rope burn
From Rosa’s crowded seat,
Filth brought home to me
Imbedded beneath nails
Of hundreds of her arthritic fingers
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