Day in the City

We sat outside in the wind, in our sunglasses, in the shape of a C.

We ordered and ate.

We left our leaving too late.

We sat inside at the play, in our clearglasses, one two four in three rows.

We paid and watched.

We left as soon as we could.

I'm talking to myself now and I can hear you listening.

There are little bits of

No, sleep

If I am quiet, I cannot at the same time be loud.

It is late. The sky outside has gone a darker blue. We drove

down Lakeshore Drive past lightwindows, carstreams,

the floorstackers ahead and the waverocker dark

to our right.

I am talking plain as the day is bright, as the day is over, as the day is

A windy one here in the city

I am laying it out.