It's building.
This angst.
Thick black bile.
A heavy weather.
Avenues empty,
paths harden.
This heat haze,
can be grabbed.
I sit in profile.
Hopper honed.
Framed by skylight,
pin focused.
She enters.
A lead ball rolling.
Coffee buzzed,
amphetamine brewed.
i explain.
She listens.
In tongues,
as usual.
i repeat firmly.
'Go find.'
'Go find.'
She grasps truth,
and gathers,
her thoughts.
I step away.
A shuffling boxer.
Arms aloft,
to the electric street.
Pink blossom snows,
from bowing trees.
I meander.
A Montgomery Clift.
To a place in the sun.
