Gazing through a fabric over every thing.
Hoping for money to fall.

This moment in the city painted with trees
beneath warm sky close and easy
lycra clad cyclists buzz through a few indifferent crows.

How much of what is seen is known?

Through networks of nerves at play
squads of affluent conversations roll by
squirrels hustling.

Last night Netflix served Bio-Dome.
Pauly Shore streamed more legitimate and sublime
than the republic’s other fathers.

Down for the ride.