walking around this weird neighborhood
is it dawn or twilight
the hours don’t match up
an orb in the sky could be
a pin prick sun
or just a globe streetlamp
all blueish black above
a crackle of orange through
the mist on the horizon.
the bulwark of your mechanics
hedge-pledge comes
tumbling out of your uber driver's knife carrot harem pocket,
the old fancy way.
5/6/19