Afternoon in the Old Neighborhood

They place the cafe tables on the sidewalk
The old men come and sit every afternoon Sunshine
leans onto newspapers erases news
They can’t read anymore – perhaps they’ll even get
angry perhaps they’ll even forget why death always
occupies the back page of newspapers
the same as backyards with the sealed-off water wells
And everything is quiet this afternoon in the old
neighborhood as though all pregnant women have left