as I lay me down to sleep

secrets of the day to keep

telepathic chatter

danced on nimble feet


zeitgeist . . .

milieu . . .

wha's happenin' dude . . .



(what you talkin'bout?

don't you dis my turf!)


news for you brother

news sister

news y'all

'taint nothin' but what we be doin'

all the time

'cept no one got a word for it




that traffic signal

twilight stars

sirens and blue flashing lights

all that stuff


(you no poet)

me no poet, but what if . . .





in the midst of such everyday grist

as the roosting of dusk

those pigeons on the signal arm

were singing