shadows of the light poles
teem over the
intersection
with their big beak light heads and long
wood pole bases ..

looking over the street
traffic,
an in-between for the birds to fly,
the folks to walk through ..

our monoliths of security this morning
with uncertain music,
solid coffee
and the cat is runnin' around this place as though
it forgot where it put its mind ..

here with traces of foreign currency,
matches without a smoke to
be needed by this mouth
and
all the other signs out there
that

just can't match the shadow

of
those
two enormous light poles
that is only supposed to
do their best
work by night ..