Yet another assignment that underwent post-declamation editing. This time, however, I really only changed the punctuation. And I also thought the new title might lessen the ambiguity of the situation.
Main Street (through the library window):
The sun is mixed with pale fluorescent lights,
but I am close enough to taste the dust:
disheveled ground, salt-seasoning the sky.
The spin of wheels; the whine of work; a gust
of wind submits the scrape of grime,
the growl of rust.
The cadenced concrete beats, and buildings breathe.
When vans roll east, two others counter west,
and phone-call follows phone-call back and forth.
Three sparrows bounce below parked cars, obsessed
with radiator meals of beetle arms
and armored chests.