you were a lithe wingless bird,
and beloved, it's been three years of
unincorporated tundra
on the streets Sunset
always littered with
people pushing carts
and strollers. It was
not short of business
either and things were
worn on sleeves
so that's a loss
here there's
far fewer objects
for the psyche to sit in
and the violet skies have blown off

lately everything about the business of life
and life has the feeling of having
already happened to some not me
and the feeling that everything has
changed is the feeling
of wanting something else and everywhere
this is but in me