The Edge of Reality
Morning sunlight on Hollywood Boulevard.
Traffic streaming, stopped, gone.
Homeless, hawkers, and street vendors sizzling meat,
With sneakers and heels treading on stars
And fingerprints cemented in the courtyard.
A palisade of dreams, smoke, and light,
And t-shirts only five bucks,
And Spidey there to take your picture
On your phone, if you …