of the familiar city
made unfamiliar
by its emptying
its shuttered facades
still the yellow houses
the red hibiscus
a raptor perches
on a wire above Elysian Fields
*
seen from the third floor
the people on balconies—
a man in a black shirt, his torso severed
by the banister and the stair-
well he descends,
a woman striped with morning sun—
float between the houses
the sun empties its pockets,
tosses down its coins
an invisible bird
screeches and screeches
its warning