Lawrence Ferlinghetti

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

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