Moon reflected moon I lived and saw The gutter turned Around and left The space Where I was There were Two faces That were In the mist and dust Like mules Carrying a burden The cement Floor Of the world Stood cracked And little branches Of green things Poked through The mystical Thought that All things Have a season Maybe is a bit Trite But the people Who walk by Each have a season Someone is bent over a cane Someone else is dying In the street Someone else Breathes Mist and coughs up phlegm The street aches And women slink Down the street Men stutter across The road (never mind the crosswalk) In the sky above Moon Reflected Moon And then some