
midst of neighborhood
doors and windows stoned over
readymade bunker

midst of neighborhood
doors and windows stoned over
readymade bunker

stillness of water
black wings pulling eye from sun
bursting up darkness

this July’s hot days
fusing with all the others
eternal summer
the hopes and dreams of last spring
whittled and left to endure

heads above the wall
yearning to see and be seen
everyones’s dream

cool air this morning
perfect day to catch a ride
in hot air balloon