the perfect commercial fullness
and exact usage of the plaza
low clouds radiate the sun
casual sportswear as far as the eye can see
and these brown chairs
it occurs to me that for these people
I am an image, a kind of disc
with no greater claim
to the overall story
than the kid with the silvery
razor scooter laid on its side
3544 miles at last refueling
totally analog
almost french
and slinky climb back up