Footbridge over creek, pond-formed dam.
No. The reverse---
turned inside out again.
Wait to hear what can be heard.
An ice-cream truck roving distant neighborhood,
the tack tack tack of beak on bark, and then
sudden snort of a dog ("adda boy!") eating dust.
Late morning with the boy (the elder)
"Fifth and Seventieth" just read, he's digging
animal facts---what they eat
the size of their teeth.
Last day for freedom. Tomorrow knowledge.
Diamond painting the marvel
universe---table top & tools of the trade.
The boy (the younger) in panic:
"Oh no! they didn't give me enough bags!"
Window open breeze
incense through the room.
Impossible not to see (these streets
sleeping rough under Congress w/ neon
crowd out for weekend run and I
a saunter) the bright sigh of earth---
sleeping bats, dreaming of flight and insect
feast--- drainage from street to Colorado.
in the darkness
Hours left to sleep---