two chairs pulled aside

from the coffee shop sidewalk

to sit in the June soon

as a car sits engine idling

and older men compliment

each other on their clothes

while young men walk by

holding their chins up

and their shoulders back

so i take off my long sleeves

with my baby sitting next to me

and the engine still idling

until the brakes let off

and screech for the car

to pull away and no more idling

replaced by a garbage truck

stopped at the light revving

hot almost sweating now

and leave pieces blowing

in circle together with trash

bottle clinking on the cement

that trash man dropped

golden dog with owner

waiting to pass until after

trash man is done digging

out the bottom of the bin

and baby sitting here

being patient with me

trying to write listening

to what i read in the bookstore

on the back of a book

by a critic who said that

this man did well to write

not about the man that writes

but about what he sees, hears

so i try the same outside

of myself for once