sitting in a park there is a typewriter  and people many people

sitting around waiting to write 

about what

about the city the moving city 

and thinking about 

were this city a pot full of water

the voices of the people 

would be the tiny bubbles coming to boil

and spaghetti would be finished thoughts 

thinking lets eat! 

lets eat these streets filled with long lovely spaghetti

until the pages feel full enough to spill over 

and over as these pages of the typewriter billow

in wallowing wind 

through the park 

through the trees in the park 

can be seen all the little colors 

of baseball caps and shirtless folk on fire escapes 

feeling the summer 

growing in fervor 

and with beer bellies hanging over the railings

retrieve themselves from fatigue 

and reenter dark apartments

to prepare for evening