Long Lens
in a parking lot
on a side of town
plated up
the sun low and lazy
the liquid movement of the morning
rises
and drips a drop
into my cup
and I stir it round
gentle against the lip
the clouds pinned to a line
where the birds sit and sing
beaded there like rain
a diamond necklace
unfastened
nothing matches
and I feel like I haven’t slept in years
I just doze in and out
with my eyes closed
snapshots in a dark room
the bending of light
a prism
brushed against the wall
in different shades
tones
and hues
TL