out the window

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