Meandering Matters

After another duplicate banishment of sunlight,
the courtyard fills with metal cans scraping along the concrete

echoes of the week’s indulgences are now being hauled out
for the ecumenical gutter and future morning wheels

an arcade of muddy songs throbs over the rusty trails,
a case of a window somewhere unable to hold a conversation

these choruses would dominate, but the state is hovering again,
helicopter blades slicing up any attempt at privacy