Transsiberian Luau

A ghost Cendrars wearing a
steel-plated beret tilted at a 45 degree angle
just drifted past the deciduous cathedral
also tilted at a 45 degree angle

Puffs of smoke accentuate the sky-
blue aluminum & glass recycled from some
other time (southeast of here)

I was counting sand pebbles in the
fading light as the wings of cormorants
divided now from forever just
inches above my head

The sun tumbling over the horizon
the way movie stars dive off balconies
whatever the reason
into tear-stained buckets of cement