RIGHT
NOW
Right now the gray day dawns while
the baby cries
and the old dog is barking and the
matron is washing
with a dampened cloth as the taxi
comes closer to pick
up a fare and the policeman at the
corner yet sits in his
car and one by one the peddlers are
returning to once
again set up their tables and wares
while the flower-sellers
and the wholesale florists are
already well at work wetting
down the sidewalks and the tables
where people will pass.
It's almost like this every morning,
or like this almost every
morning, not that the difference
matter or the matter differs.
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