Foggy Philadelphia

In the square, a fountain pushes water upward

joined with clouds ladled with coarse hands of constellations

fresh and full, aglow from hotel window lights

bus brakes, soft even breaths from children under blankets

pure coconut, salted skin, biological rinse huddled

on the street corner, listening as a doctor explains to his wife

why he won’t be home and she must feed the children alone

trolley moves, strategic, the position aligns to city with points

abundance under the atmosphere, reliance on words shared, ideas awoken

pure human ladled flow amidst

droplets of Philadelphia