beneath a camouflage of summer-
leafed trees, stanchion parking meters
hold rigid their lines, ticking off
minutes until  cardinal-colored semaphores
flash    one     after     the     other

above       the pale night-clock    rolls on
rearranging weightless shadows

that barely skim the silver
tributary threading its way 
past vertical terrains of glass and block
as bullfrog-bellows wheeze out
splashes    one     after     the    other