Saturday took me down--

its same new name,

along side streets that

pressured their points of

drop dead quietude.

the lingering frictous of streets

that butcher stillness--now hanging

on the words of birds.

breaking sounds against the

hard noses of houses, marred familiar

to the row.

a neighborhood's mazey trace--

of the sun's continual origin.

the bleaching wash of bodies

breaking out of winter, a stride

looser than yesterday.

as a bike riding a man so full of

consideration--he could burst namelessly.

just for This Saturday.