high rollers

low strollers, holding
the shoes to the pavement
with sincerity,

the metal clouds are blown to the side of the road
by the thermic vortices driving cars
, where there on the curb, they feel spurned like eels, fresh
from some loathsome enclave.

the stars pulling sledges
worry about dinner.

roaring leaves dissapear into mud streaked
pitcher-esque goblets, eight pound phone bills later,
the moment of solidarity with the strong topical palm tree seal
finds a way to pay