Are we here already?
Beside skin of my own land the air,
Taught with injuries and bred for tonight,
Heavy and stinking hot,
Glows along the sidewalk followed by constant explosions,
trails of disappearing white lines.
Dancing under street lights
scuttling fingers, breaking lips;
It’s found an interim home here but there
dripping joy, asking forgivenesses;
The being internal in youth.
A play of exuberance in 2^nd sequence.
Wishing twice to be once and for all
And ever.

Up back the alley red-sashed and hoisted for us to see
And only one who saw the wide-eyed smiled backflips tumble-downs
Rummaging in leaves, looking for homes;
But when finally the skin melts, stretches
Curdling around a fashionable new shape,
These houses aren’t homes anymore.
Turning in hands, winding clocks
backwards a long time.