Explore "Arizona" by John Gould Fletcher on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
By an alley lined with tumble-down shacks / And street-lamps askew, half-sputtering, / Feebly glimmering on gutters choked with filth and dogs / Scratching their mangy backs:
Half-naked children are running about, / Women puff cigarettes in black doorways, / Crickets are crying.