sun

taken in by the goodbye veils of ocean avenue
shooting lineages
self shadow eaters
solar hats jostle a three lane harmony
squinting helmets cover the alternating notes
hill and houses of eastern clouds
turned over trash cans
city workers already three hours in

let me make you a present of the light
a conservatory shaped in scotch tape and chalk
spectrum of a smaller fist
cloth unzipped
lean gathered in a direct stare
annexed now anytime you feel an unravel
a late night call for coursing