It’s a dry heat. We drink iced coffees as if
that’s surprising. Cajole the obelisk
we carry always. Plaid Nike skate shoes.
A way, instead, to push past the shit?
It’s the humanity, stupid. We wait
For light to reenter hearts. We must.
If some distraught light falls upon this day,
Let it be recalled as a reminder
To wait for light to reenter hearts.
The hinge is dark with schmutz. We barely see
The outline of the door, limned with amber.
A dusty plaque reads “America.”
The subtle movement of air is enough
To stir the ghosts. We can do it. We must.