She’s dancing incognito
Beneath a vaulted space
With arms spun into circles
Pulling light across her face

Blue beer can on the highway
Like a sapphire in the sun
No motion
Where it’s resting
Machines roaring
Caught in endless transit
Ferried to the ends
Of city blocks where
Torn-up asphalt
Burst out of
The cobblestone dream
Return back into dust
Call up some
Urgent memories
Some fact forgotten
Some tired plan undone
Recast in pebbles