The Wheel of Fortune

a commercial street in a city

nothing is happening here anymore

too many public places are left

where you can win or lose

casinos drugstores banks

among galleries for pedestrians

which don’t take any risk

when the umbrellas are not enough

 

many are placing bets on different heads

especially on the bigger ones

almost all are swirling like dice

different types of beggars

vagabond dogs handicapped

in their run after foreign scented cars

 

Electra is no more revived 

except for air conditioning devices

they drip down like stalactites

among cavern-like graffiti paintings

between two sewerage entries

 

far from the pedestrian march

you can find some lost confectionery

like a black sheep of this commerce

the locals want to forget everything

the visitors don’t want to remember

while dozens of baby sitters take out

their prams with babbling babies

 

yet nearby the oaks are growing

on their tiny lots

from knot to knot