"everything is as it should be."
is in its place.
the moon in the sky.
curtains pulled across windows.
cars standing still in driveways.
men drinking two-handed in local bars.
upright letters marching across the page.
children asleep, dreaming what we have forgotten.
the streets veining black, out to and from
places I have no desire to see.
Paris burning in revolution again.
railings tooth-picking their way around
playgrounds and parks and stone-lipped statues.
mountains crouched like creatures unknown to us.
shelved emotions and
the hand left untouched.
her love fired,
with all those