at dusk
from the island in the river,
and it's not too cold,
...
It may happen again - this much
I can always believe
when our dawn fills with frightened neighbors
and the ancient car refuses to start.
...
It is made to be rolled down
a flight of stairs,
placed under a guilty hat,
or casually dropped into a basket
...
Slowly, without sun, the day sinks
toward the close of December.
It is minus sixty degrees.
...
I
Under the makeshift arbor of leaves
a hot wind blowing smoke and laughter.
Music out of the renegade west,
...