Giddiness scratched in the sand 
lucid letters that catch the drips
from eavesdropping palm trees. 

Pigeon’s in the workplace again
a fine peacock, half lunch leftovers
in a smoldering turtleneck slamming

trick shots left and right. Screeches 
echo against the ankles of people
queued up for the steely drips

of the market hourglass.