spangling through

scratchy voiced i meet
kate on her way to hawaii
and squint sleepwake eyes
to chane’s ukelele skinny love serenade
_______

morning descent down 38th
from the edge of redwood heights into
fruitvale how the shine of water
spreads wide in the distance
and mountainy shapes rise
beyond

_______

tony and a team efforting
under back porch umbrella
i shift chair beyond shade patch

_______
i do the math in the bathroom window
sunlight streaming and it’s hard
to believe  2015-2008 = 7
ashby bart in knee-high boots

_______

church steps sunday dapper suit
(royal blue with black print plus
sunglasses) and just down the street the sound
of tambourine rattles
spangling through
a closed door

_______

berkeley bowlverwhelm: too many
piles of too much fruit lined up
too far into the receeding distance i
spend the first ten
minutes in a stun
before proceeding in a
functional manner (left eyelid twitcing)
_______
ball of yarn abandonedon bart station bench
next to an apple
abandoned on another bench
_______

it used to feel like “i’m home (with you)”
now it doesn’t she says under
tall tree shade patch on a hill of
a berkeley park where some
people blanketsprawl in
bikinis
_______

lost in the bermuda triangle
just one of the many euphemisms
rachel has collected

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