When the sun throws deuces
Streetlights raise. Up and down
The avenue asphalt plays host to this
Tang sitting in a glass haze from above.
Not much traffic out this evening
Accept the rain and a gray cat that owns
The sidewalks. Steps with the confidence
That makes any night turn
Into red seas. Sirens are not disturbing
The peace. No gun clap. Not even
The tick tick boom of a trunk full of 15s
In the distance a rumble.
It’s just quiet
That’s all