autres temps, autres moeurs

used to be
   the guys you’d spy –
              barely see
                   out the corner of your eye –
     in those dark alleys
were there to pee
                      against the wall
                 unseen

today –  you might concede –
    that shade is often
                    what they need
                                          to simply
                             read
                 the palm-sized screen

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