On the corner
turn signals litter the curb
like fruit skins and jawbreakers
from kicked in quarter machines
where a three car pile up
made life interesting yesterday.
Watching traffic stop and go on our knees,
elbows at the edge of the rooftop,
the week ends
our words gone by
in the shade of the high rise next to
where we've pitched our soda cans.
Our headphones keep banging
while we nod
