–Constancy–
Sweet, the vibrations filtered upward, rung
through mental, street level poured irregularly, located what was
heard at a higher limit, words dusting their sources
the noise sketched across an irradiated field of color,
remainders, rusting, only its bright fountain flutes & a change in
temperature, pockets of air turned, a place for sleeping, an
enclosure filled with newspaper and magazines.
Posted 09/20/09
from "Below, A Slow Ascent"