I have seen blood drying in the sun
somewhere on the streets of Oakland, California.
I have slept underneath the stars in Berkeley
Right alongside Origami Tony.
(He shared his blankets, but was not kind about it.)
I saw from above and beyond,
to either side and in all directions
with three eyes open, wide
I have watched the fabric of the universe dance across the clouds.
They bent, folding in sharp creases,
squares and triangles,
Origami Tony, were you playing God all along?
25 cents to see your future, 50 cents to watch a star unfold.
He slept in the woods,
where he buried his things.
Safer, there, than on the streets.