Potcake

I’ve found crude streets offer plenty to see. 
A mason worker carrying pieces 
of wood and a bucket, parked trucks that reek 

of forgotten fish and those relentless
roadside businesses. There, amidst it all,
grandma's display of fruits is hard to miss.  

Newspapers hide the old folks as they loll
on their porch. Toddlers parade half-naked with
their food bowls. This, they never recall. 

Strays find a home along these streets and it
becomes picturesque. For these streets they are
full of color and every little bit  

of it says that nothing is something
more. Something that I did not notice
before.