No shadows that april morning

Thinking everybody knew about us and would throw shade if I ran to you across the plaza - got one of those cloudy voices that doesn't carry no matter how loud I shout- I walked three meters behind you for a minute . . .


Golden Boy

You looked into my eyes for a reflection

Of the shimmering jade-silk-sewage-baked-seawater-tile-indigo

City at the edge of the earth . . .