Outside the swinging garage entry,
Children laugh and poke and spill from buses.
Sampson the Horse patrols majestically.
And the man who used to be somebody’s baby
Sits solitary and resigned on the bench
Receiving the shower
That dampens his skin, his hair, his worldly possessions.
Couples pose next to the rose garden.
Cars whiz, honk, screech, thump.
Concrete giants stand passionless against the gray sky.