early NY,W.B'way, the gong rings for justice

• and no one hears this city of strain /our job / selling paintings /Steve's vision /strong and specific / the one liners /the hypocrites / we are fighting the good fight /punch drunk /insulated like birds /our minimal joy / one meal a day /the sound in my ear/an endless sea of folks /carved and delicate /the chill of selling art on the street / a flag / a bell /wind blown seeds scattering pollen / we cannot give up /we cannot win/ we have made our bed and we are drowning and crying