In a drawing, two women sit close together on a church pew

heads bowed, while above them  

soft light streams in from western facing windows 


On a sidewalk,  couples walk by neon lights of green and red

fragrant incense from one store,  waves of newly fried food from another  

open doors share music with traffic 


At the end of the dock

salt air washes over a lone fisherman

a bucket of a bait and a cooler of beer



From the window of a car,

a cigarette's a falling star,











last stanza/ title from  Auspice and Tom McRae