Water flows as asphalt bending and curving through curbs like channels between multistory hills of steel.
What is a tree other than a street lamp, and a bird but a scrap of paper fluttering?
Ferns become fire hydrants and two-legged deer browse in coffee shops by stone tables.
Street light, car light, office light, flashing light, every one a star; every one a dewdrop on broken glass.
My watch says . All is a picture. All is perfect. It is morning everywhere.