Today,
like Brunel,
Queen Victoria,
or John Cabot,
Cary Grant is born again.

They say, one day even Long John Silver
will be on the streets,
loitering with intent.

Personalities which speckle the city center pavements
mixing with slavers, traders, and the homeless,
like constellations of flattened chewing gum,
or with cenotaths and gods, like Neptune
ensuring we look busy
even when
the human tide is out.

7/12/01