Here, no troops, no tanks, no swagger.
Here invisible people line up for coffee, a snack.
Here, a woman sits, surrounded by bags of clothes,
        asking for something in her size.
Here, my Navajo friend, smiles toothless, says
        “Long time no see…since Monday!”
Here folks need toilet paper, hygiene kits, socks,           
        nothing gold-plated, thank you.
Here a man, bent over with fentanyl,            
        struggles to find words for what he needs.
Here the woman gets the extra-large slacks and flowered shirt,            
        returns the gift of gratitude 
Here they line up for the bathroom,            
        queue for food,            
        accept a burrito,            
        focus on what’s needed
        speak a street-truth.
Elsewhere there is marching,
perhaps good trouble and civil speech,
and here:
light in brief moments,
adding to a larger radiance.