The Ferry crosses under the bridge, swirling pockets of water. They’re sitting outside the subway station selling fruit, exhaling smoke. They recline, shaking their blonde curly hair, arm extended, phone in hand. Barbed wire looped around a staircase. Gray hair, magenta jacket, and a fabric cart, delay at the crosswalk. Steam rushes out of a rooftop chimney. They’re sprinting up the subway steps, collar pulled up to their cheek. Hair blowing furiously in the wind. Cycle through the intersection, fluorescent green jersey. Police cruiser at the stoplight, warm air from a building fan. They’re crouched down mixing soap in a plastic container, side cut out. Recording a video of the skyline, knees bent to see between the gaps in the railing. Outside the bakery they’re blasting a portable speaker. A long black coat passes.
Clutch on the seat beside them
bamboo handles, tight black leggings
oversized puffer, grey strands in their hair
Asics with the light blue trim
Hauling debris down the sidewalk, a giant mound, ribbed coil wire, slatted walls like the ones in the East Broadway Mall. They’re running, feet slapping. Truck reverses. Concrete mixer turning. Coming off the train, stroking their dark beard, children with matching backpacks climb the steps. Camouflage, bright green clogs, pink checkered socks. Grey cloud. Barbed wire extending beyond the edge of a roof. Window blinds severely bent in a v shape. All the other windows are covered with sheets draped in different ways, different shades of white.