Tooth & Claw
Downslope from my bed
homeless squabble.
They sleep beside the creek.
Their piss & defecations mark trees
the leashed & licensed dogs
tag by daylight.
Chartreuse-pinnied
park staff wade past rocks
bared in the drought year’s shallows,
peer through brush
at populations
unimpressed by cleanup.
Fed by the water treatment plant
a rackety pump’s nozzle
gushes frothy gallons
down the rubbish-spackled bank
hardly a body’s length
from a freeloader’s tent.
They grow.
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