17:22

The lights snaked
And slipped through orange afternoons
With Debussian glass. My mind turned
Azure as I thought of you
Beside one sawdust-home—clouds
Reflected 
And brought new neighbours.

Men in warmer clothes confused
Greetings with affection. 
The difference between street-dogs and 
Time 
Obfuscated—dissolved and 
Left a shard 
Here and there.

Nothing came to mind 
As I turned the key
And left everything outside.

Dale Chou
2003-11-14