Up the Main and Down the Main

There are bikes everywhere in the city.
Locked to trees, locked to meters, locked to benches.
clinking and clanking, like chained prisoners
sometimes only a forlorn tire, or a bike with a twisted frame
and people pass them by.
Smoked chicken wafts and settles
Cars buzz, the drone of our industrial age
Satellite dishes on all the rooftops, peering out and peering in
The bricked buildings stagger down the Main.
Sitting on his doorstep, admiring the near miss of pigeon shit
Next to Simcha's and Moishes, I draw the actions and reactions.
Another sunny and peopled day on the Main.
Looking up the Main, and looking down the Main
There are dogs everywhere in the city
Barking, mauling, leashed and free
gangly dogs, bulldogs,
dogs with sweaters and dogs on dogs
dogs climbing stairs, exchanging glares
fecund doggie parks rank with springtime thaw
Look up the Main, and looking down the Main