Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads

There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete Restaurants fall into dreams With candlelight couples

At the stoplight waiting for the light nine a.m. downtown San Francisco a bright yellow garbage truck with two garbagemen in red plastic blazers

The dog trots freely in the street and sees reality and the things he sees are bigger than himself