I don't know why these parents let their kids roam and wander  about these streets
sodden with heat and cold air, legs drumming against tarred roads with figure
stick legs, quietly breaking, but we don't hear the pop, us watch-and-go tapers. I don't known why these parents let their
kids wander the night balancing on seeds
of beads, eyes red-rimmed and hungry,
I don't know why these parents let their kids roam and wander about these streets