
UndercurrentPeople hang lightbulbs,Undercurrent by *FallingAsleepTonight
made from wire
and amber bottles,
out their windows
and beneath flowerpots.
You can almost see
the animals
swimming just below
the streets.
We are watching
for shipwrecks.
We are watching
for tattoos
on the heart and lungs;
for ink that drifts
through your veins.
We are watching
young men build rafts
from fliers
and telephone poles.
Waiting for a
blue-gray wave
of asphalt
to carry them
out to sea.