no kidding

when the sun goes

fast, there is no

jesting, but we do

around the buildings

/

september blinks, the lights

go out in ribbons of

extinguishing electric

pops in plaited rhythm

until all is dim

/

one building pop pop

pop, and two she knows — walking

then riding— there is no fear

of popping lightbulbs—

not on this street— nor that one— the

city sees september— pop pop— lights go

loud— it isn’t dark— dark green

/

flashing headlights checkering 

spokes and clear night

i walk you ride, canopy

for water— who

in the road

gesture— the city sees— a name i know—

jestering. all is dark

september— green