Beyond Repair

The sun is shining.   Rigorous criteria.   Crystal & cement.   The
          richest country in Africa is skipping across Walnut Ave.
I had it figured out.   Falling from a great height.   GOLDEN.
          Turned upsidedown in Kansas.   A blank space, a few
          numbers, a ripple thread creasing the tide.   Look.

In yet another state the music continues.   Without you.   Trees
          drop into their own shadows.   Shade.   Dancing skeletons.
The short cut loop down the alley across the vacant lot tiptoe
          debris.   Weeds & thistle.   Gravel & pearls.   All of it set
          into mosaic sessions.   Body art for lost souls.