in haunting sheens of underpass,
shadows on silk streets,
the spiraling in puddles,
the beige of vacant kitchens,
the thin florescent labyrinth that floods the drug-store aisles,
the thousand lamps that testify in empty parking lots,
the slats and halos framing homes that infiltrate with white,
the six-starred globes of front-porch lanterns
that frost the glowing urns, cast tender incandescence
between the razor palms on walls,
in the sand of the ground that gives light to the sky
of red clouds, lavender smoke
on streets where people hide in homes
from long shadows and tiny stars.
