all of it holds more fascination
this day
as it is a gift from our mother
seams in the sidewalk
paint chipped fences
humming boxes
emitting the neighborhood’s
pulsating sexual electricity
the old woman’s
orange track suit implying speed
a little girl riding a bike
with a helmet and butterfly net
over her head
this walk to avoid cleaning
the most superficial layer
of a planet marked for death
by a sun threatening to explode