1990, Joe Fay (artist) and Gary Soto (poet). Poet's Walk, Figueroa and Seventh Streets, Los Angeles
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- The business of stray dogs is to trot through rain,
Bark and roll on grass. They follow smoke and leaves.
They sleep on flowers, which each morning spring back.
- Like you, glad worker, the cat hungers before noon.
Its blood is alive. When it leaps,
Not even its shadow can keep up.
- What scares us most is windy traffic,
A rushed step. The same with birds.
Men in suits toss bread when we should feed on love.
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