This particular
shifting of the rain, I am
just in time for it.
☯
Lemon-drop lamp
and its wavering life
reflected in the chai.
☯
Scrawlings, backwards,
in the glass, in the sun,
downtown escalator
☯
Red clouds catching sun,
the hole at Sixth Avenue
dark in minutes.
☯
“Red cells save lives”
reads the bus for the blood drive–
black letters on white.
☯
It’s happened again
masses off the streets, leaving the mad
you’ll notice I’m still here.
☯
Every now and then
the teriyaki restaurant
has room to sit down
☯
She looks so much like
the other one, long ago
flowers in her hand.
☯
Characteristics
of everything, change in winter
a loss of flavor
☯
Christmas Eve, singing,
oh, but it’s only one man
one fragile strange tune.
☯
“BC Entities”
a synthetic urine kit…
who left just the box?
☯
This building, this sun,
I break into a huge grin
and don’t even care.
☯
“I know it’s wrong”–
feeding doughnuts to the gulls–
“But I’ve been hungry, too.”
☯
A twitchy crow
pokes at the glass overhang
winter’s here again.
☯
She will stay with him
“As long as he gives me mine,”
her Disneyland jacket.
☯
Civilization,
so lovely, at least, as that
one flute in the hall.
☯
“Nobody loves me”–
no, actually, it’s just
morning and breathing.
