1.
bounces under leaves, across branches.
A changing wind, unpredictable, different.
2.
Three women and a man in t-shirts saunter
the plaza’s paths. Quiet and reflective.
Their backs, arm pits, and chests wet.
Slightly bent back, florid hair, a woman climbs
stairs with little effort though lots of attention.
She may remember when she and her boyfriend
sat in the shade here under encinos and kissed,
a taboo broken not long before.
3.
From the avenue, a siren competes with chirps.
Children turn cartwheels on rough sand
by a dry fountain.
4.
A man, early thirties, races up a crowded
street boxes in hand: out of my way, I’m in a hurry.
His face bursts with tension. His nervous hands
fail to open his truck’s lock. Once, twice, three times …
Finally. He gets in, starts the vehicle. Shriek of tires.
He almost clips a family car leaving the grocery store.
5.
A magpie flies to the ground and settles
like sunshine, its feathers a bit ruffled.
David-Clark Knowlton
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