The City, While We Sleep: Brooklyn @ 4:00am

Poetry by Angel Nafis, photos by Jane Bruce Most loyal-est lamppost / glowing without eyes watching / you are a still whole thing. / Quiet testimony you make of the block. / A squad all your own. / When only a few tires sigh across the street / slick / and no shoes to marr or make a new kind of clean. /
No socks in the shoes or feet in the socks to trudge across / Beneath a know-it-all sky already heavy with tomorrow. / The night is here no matter who won’t witness its