but mostly nothing is happening. I am walking down the sidewalk that things are scattered on, lights are on the bleached hydrangeas move slightly and the the tiny colorful flowers more

but mostly nothing obvious is happening

how a breeze can be picked out of an otherwise still hot summer day, as opposed to the collection of jagged winds in a storm where it’s harder to isolate and cherish, like those surprise sidewalk flowers

my warm body walking down the avenue

itself, an anonymous car moving through the night

even she grazes her finger along the rough surface

across the rough stone surface

seeing the beauty of a diagonal street. when I leave to go on walks, I have to decide up down left or right

a diagonal cuts across it and leaves for some indeterminate place beyond the cardinal points

the fence shadow until unmoored, basking in tunnel light

it’s always nice to see how the town is connected, the same street in a different part

closing my eyes and looking up at sidewalk lighting

shimmering crickets