The city is my playground

I move among the sunlit paving stones

Tall shadows passing by me

My face turned up,

White marble, blue eyes,

Reflecting the diamond sky,

The refracted glare all around me,

Is invisible to passersby,

Speeding down the highways,

Of the concrete planes–

of their faces.

Rain will glance off but the sun won't penetrate—

closed and locked eyes.

Like storefronts shut for the night.


I am suspended in the sky,

Arms and legs, abstract windmilling,

Like broken wind-up toys,

My face, serrated,

My mind—golden.


Invisible under glorious sunlight.