Making meaning

On the sidewalk men sipped tea from a red kiosk.
They made their personal meaning out of the time
And the information in the trodden dust of the road,
In the bricks that piled to be built to a house’s wall
In the stray mongrels that sat listlessly on the road
And in the yellow leaves that fell on the parked car.

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