MAPLE STREET AND FOURTH AVENUE, SAN DIEGO

MAILBOXES AND GARAGE DOORS

Even in the classiest nighborhoods
There are garage doors that need painting
And roses wither and fade on a rich man’s bushes
As quickly as they do on a poor man’s,
And the freshly coiffed French Poodle
Prissing along beside her mistress on park Avenue
Hasn’t any way of knowing
The Kal Kan Kaviar she eats for dinner
Is more expensive than the table scraps
That sustain the seeing eye dog
Lying asleep beside the blind beggar
Shaking his cup at embarrassed worshipers
Coming out of St. Paul’s Cathedral.
It only seems so.