These besieged at the subway station
Where can they go
I am the wandering morning cloud over the city
In front of a Thai restaurant
By the ceramic pond
A black Toyota is greeting himself in the glass entrance
I am where the goldfish meets the water lily
In the shade of Bank of America

Afternoon rain
The groaning of the city drains away through the gutter
I am the banyan tree in the park
Collecting gray notes of the wet symphony
In that drenched sleep on the park bench
I am the eclipsed city
Three pigeons guard my dream
Their turning and stopping are my retirement plan
When the sun comes
I am the last puddle on the parking lot
Reflecting the blue sky

Waking up in the evening heat
Staring at you
I am that youthful plastic smile on the billboard lit
with neon light
Walking boots, dress shoes, sneakers, slippers, high heels
Ignore my stubborn ignorance