Stained quartz of the way I moved
winding over the gas plateaus
lettered lines on the paving
curtain's mane of descending clouds
touching turf-topped cars
and the sprayed length of fallen trees.

Climbing the long peak of the spire
gun-toting phantoms on the leafy boardwalks
sun frothing like a hollow disc
against the putty barrier.

Glass bulbs stirring with limbs and wipers
at the pillow peaked ledges.