Richmond Alley

Up the alley past the smiling face of Faith Bandler walks a girl with her German Shepherd. There’s cobblestone democracy, troubles at home. The sunlight sugarcoats the sky, the addicts get high. An old man who left his youth in the back seat of a taxi, the truth isn’t sexy. No corruption in the alley, just rusted back fences, no words of a U.S President, no pressed flowers in the pages of a bible, just angry residents, dog shit and feathers.