There is this Political to the Photo

I took/the shadows and slow dance
with the invisible (kids/two cans between
a fishing line of string)

the way the ocean is meaningless
when a shore isn’t present even though
we always sense the heartbeat
with every breath

the shadows of our absence before and after
this unshaven man pulling a food cart disappears
down Guelph Street (I on the way to work/he
walking) where the food bank spills
out of a ten times abandoned garage