traffic light glows extruded till collisionβ
autumn shafts of constant luminosity
fired across the night
pilots caress
a flickering tartan blanket laid over the city
frayed at the edges, poked through by hills
but densely woven at the core
belowβ
a million souls stare up at lumen quilt
over gray hyundai dashes,
wishing the colour and movement were theirs
a cold rain batters through like drops of paint;
huddle down, lay out a canvasΒ.
the stop-go of a heartbeat
punctuates a life
