Dripping excitedly from my earlobes
And falling over my crowded routines
A rain of Lucretius’ atoms
Is just beginning to fall
Drinking in the few drops
Of my field of understanding
With sleepy dissonance

The trembling world and forest of umbrellas
Run together in a surface
Transcending the constant noise and
Dreamy sounds of compressors
Quiet and calm as a field of rape blossoms

A small dog howls
A small girl hits it
A small drop of rain soaks into her hair
A small elementary schoolyard where
A small voice hums

Listen carefully and in these noises
Is a clear musical pitch

A powerful poison is mixed
Into your sigh

On the street corners are bags of air
Each time they float up
Then breathe
The stoplights decompose
And form a circle
Leaving only red rust

A congealed line of airplane exhaust
Falls into the sky
Severing the space between
Between today’s date
And the sighing stones beneath my feet
No time to straighten its posture
The insouciant sun sets

You call out
In the interval between fixed motions exaggerated
At the base of a mountain range
Formed of universal buildings

Just look up

In cold, bright darkness
The sun overflows in avarice
Laughing at me
As I prick up my ears
In speechless wonder