Drinking from Puddles
		late sun peek-a-boo with paint-by-number
	scenes scrolling up into powder blue lid of something totally blank
		so as not to
				lose track of my own particular latitude & longitude
	My fortune read “A joyful reunion awaits
	your arrival”					it seemed rather
	ominous
			whereas nothing rattles lose from the approaching
	dark but some grains of sand maybe stars in another life