"do not urinate in public fountains," the sign admonishes
wind blows steadily over a ridge
(i'm tired of being a man)
here among the ruins of another generation i watch light drift
among shrouds and fingers
a warm sky as though enlightenment waits on wing
the proper moment for surveillance has passed
lace flows--trade continues--a car backs into a corner
a band begins to play a tribute
"she says, 'i could only wish to be
the one who is near you'"
light beams on a distant highway
we're all carrying masks woven from leaves
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