Blindsight

Gazebo boxers            

Jabbing at air

Sparring with shadows

That are hunting them down

To do their violent dance

At the abandoned pavilion

Drawing an audience

Of few who care

Or even notice the gunshots

In the alley that force

The struggle into the light

While delicate divas

Ride their bikes

In the middle of the sidewalk

Plowing down pedestrians

Laughing at the gunfire

As if this were an everyday

Occurrence,

A mere annoyance

Like a bird

Swooping too close,

Something intangible that is

Only someone else’s problem

Expecting a wide berth

While surrendering none

To the hearth of humanity

While the man

In the upstairs apartment

Watches it all

Fighting his own struggle

With the stinging in his eyes.