At Least Each Floor Had a Different Dream Last Night

The Dangling Thoughts Pushed Open Through the Doors

Those who’d Left Heard that there Was, Someone Else Who’d Come

The Morning Light Widened

The Corners of the Walls Became Out-of-Place

not my photograph…

The Apartment Became the Chamber Music that Called Out to All the Residents

The Speed, Definite

The Love and Hate, Parallel, Speeding Together

Someone Always Able to, Take that New Breath in the Stories

“Aren’t You Coming Home Tonight?” “Are You Here Today?””

“Tell Me More about Him.”

The Algae-Colored Time

just going about our own businesses here…

Folded, Underneath that Slanted Leg of the Tables

There’s No One Here Now, the Memories Started, Branching Out

The Potted Plants on the Lanai Became a Small Universe

The Light that Flipped to and Fro the Years

It’d Become, Deeper Now, and, Slowly, Rising Up Too

Accumulating into, a sort of Secretive Kind of Forgiveness & Gentleness

When Everything Outside Still Kept Changing

not my photograph…

Outside the Windows, You’d See the Sum of the City

And, Far Off, into the Distance

The Crowded Life at Least, Had Found

An Extra Copy of itself

As Well as, a Lost and Found Too

So, this, is the busyness of life in the city, with everybody out and about her/his own business, we’d lost our connection to ourselves, as well as each other, working, residing, in this big city of ours…………