A five-story apartment Without an elevator Aged vulnerable Knees

Under the arcade
That looks upward and downward What are the ups and downs
Of life

The iron gates are closely locked The stores cannot be rented out The unpenetrated
Prize pokers

My house at the quarter window Day and night
Cannot do without
Soft serve ice cream

The little aged market
Cannot recall
The young guys
Who all come to back the cashiers up

The traffic lights There and
The traffic lights There and

The unruly parking spots
The thrust-in motorcycles The crowded
Sidewalks

Those who sell hot meals
Those who sell cold drinks
Those who dress the customers’ hair Those who fix the vehicles

Money is the boss No working, no food
Yet working
Is endless

In the checkerboard streets of the city
A frog squats in the middle
To eat mosquitos or bugs
It must rely on itself