Larimer Street has been dressed up
with modernity, the demographics have
changed the view—what a thing
money can do when applied to vision.
So now, to find the skew, the slant
of life one can't scan the rail-yards
for the old bums of America's past—
now the derelicts of Denver are walking
the clogged asphalt artery of Colfax Street.
It is refreshing there, among the pace
of it all. I trace each face in the deep
cortex of my mind, back to the heat
of a summer day, sitting in an unmarked
cafe when I witnessed, like Hemingway,
the multitudinous of humanity pass.
A one-legged lady was pulled over
outside my window, driving a manual
transmission, she was drunk
to obliterated proportion. I thought
it cruel, making her hop a straight line.

11/11/2011

Posted on 11/11/2011
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