the people have appeared

the people have appeared

even the lovers who have made this their place

for she attends cosmetology academy

and he is a young custodian at the school district

she moves his hair back over his ears

he cleans her face with his kisses

                                                            

 

and each day where the

scheduled squares of city sky

framework the afternoon

and change reference as

the sun slants the bright loud hour

they arrive in the legislated garden

of the bank building atrium

and sit on the dark watersheen marble

 

outside the blvd veers right at them

down a short hill to the plaza

people come and go

a meter maid moves between the parked cars

and a push of starling volleys into air

up the mathematics of windows

toward the partitioned sky

 

 

she has cut her hair

she turns to let him see her neckline

it would be perfect to kiss the swallow of it

the movement into her earthen shoulder

over her right breastand watch the red lights stammer

the UPS truck ease into shadow

her knee begin to shine

 

they leave

and noon darkens into afternoon

the meter clicks and skyscrapers begin to piston

the atrium sprinklers tuft and spray

for 5 allotted minutes on a pruned hedge

and the small leaves grow wet and black green

like love