Finally, peppermint crisp,
the sky is cotton-white
with a speck of platinum
light nested above
the Walgreens.
I must know every
detail of this intersection.
Wind plays with the ends
of my hair in teasing waves.
People mill about.
Cafe workers have
confusing relationships
at the table next to me.
Two cyclists with touring
bikes and fat saddle bags
go up and down the street, lost.
fog up the windows 