watch the road

copper nodes and notches 
fall from the inverted blue and rose lagoon
of an otherworldly sky at dusk
crises suspended and heads snapped round
woken for an instant to abide in eden
we quiet for this glimpse of our womb, our plot, other
is it not the essence of this, our world

i don't know, watch the road 
hear this idle word
thrown past some face onto some wall
near some sign painted some color 
indicating some precaution 
pertaining to some block of concrete owned 
in some real world