the workmen/people wear dirty

boots that make me go mmm

chalk lines red/white danger tape

fluorescent yellow mumbles into

graffiti their cement truck beeps

& purrs above twittering tangents

some smoky sky is watching

nature speak to me as god/dess

urging a butterfly kiss or savanna

frolic amidst latte bushes

a concrete wheel is turning

& sleepy sounds of morning

are thrown back to mute

behind the sky's greyscale wall