CROYDON

The Septa
passes by
above grey gravel,
drowning the clamour
of a Dog and Bull,
across,
the east corner vaporizes
taste buds with a dash
of Mexican ingredients,
fresh
and on display
with
unlimited data
for as low as
thirty dollars a month,
to the west,
used engines sit in
shiny candy shells
and tired tires,
just
down the road
and over the bush
critters and strays
roam outside
a vacant veterinary hospital,
dumpster diving
for sandwich scraps
with no health insurance,
underneath a pink
and purple sky.