Center Street

Ebony hair of night wishes
streetlights
blowing kisses into autumn crisps
like a dandelion without wings
that promenades

flamboyant wisp

gutters that rusted,
deluged by spring tides
mine

her white face in moonlight
spring
sap me up
as a kid who dribbles
a washed out volleyball
posthumous dinner’s
candy glued like rind
sheets

basketballs roll into streets
missing rubber deaths
too good.