Winter City Food Market

and croakers snappers silver trout striped bass
               and cranberry-stilton ubricone and all forms of meat
on and off the bone plus the pout of one catwalk
               wanna-be who’s checking her own thereness out
in the wall of glass that is the market’s window
               make up the city as is and as this homeless
huddle of rags on the corner astride a steam vent
               to keep body-soul together and get from hapless
today to tomorrow hopelessly knows it