One
Moment Along a Street in Kensington
Behind windowglass,
cut into a recess of brick,
four floors over the street,
the lady of the house standing,
her ample waist pressed
to the basin rim.
A black car passes
below, then another.
All is damp with the sheen
of an early morning rainfall.
A young mother
forces her pram
toward a familiar corner.
In a doorway
a wisp of a man
expresses smoke, up
into the heavy air.
Rain clouds
withhold and somersault
over the rooftops.
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