In a drawing, two women sit close together on a church pew
heads bowed, while above them
soft light streams in from western facing windows
On a sidewalk, couples walk by neon lights of green and red
fragrant incense from one store, waves of newly fried food from another
open doors share music with traffic
At the end of the dock
salt air washes over a lone fisherman
a bucket of a bait and a cooler of beer
From the window of a car,
a cigarette's a falling star,
last stanza/ title from Auspice and Tom McRae