the beginning of each street corner
taking from a bicycle
watching the sun readjust

the bell on my handlebar is broken
nobody knows that i am here
each window passing in silence

changing sleep patterns to early morning
pockets full of change, little scraps of paper
photographs, pictures, snap shots.

remembering rainy day autumn.
living room window pale and gray
the leaves feeling heavy

fasten stories to the building facades
tall thin trees in the hills
sun setting, arranging thoughts under clay shingles.