Yellow crane presides
over the sunset, blinking
red over dark blue
☯
“Come on John Boy”–John’s
the man in the wheelchair but
someone’s impatient.
☯
Truck in the sun
waits blinking for a right turn
no wind, still freezing.
☯
“Sit, sit,” says the man
I look over my shoulder–
oh, he has a dog.
☯
Rain, hesitating
before it once more decides
to drop in rhythm.
☯
My sadness, at last,
might be but sadness, and not
some shredding world’s end.
☯
Two surgical masks
unstretched, rectangles, racing
to the hill’s bottom.
☯
Another siren
to the south, glissing over
Ravel’s Bolero
☯
If the clarity
of this day matched the weather
I’d be bright, and cold.
☯
Young man with a dog
walking north; the ambulance
sits for another
☯
700,000
“I want to take you higher”–
one voice, one platform.
