From California, to the New York Islands

The story of living poetically never ceases.

Underneath the street, the dirty sidewalks and paving stones

streams run through the night, carving a path

for the unseen, the worried and lauded, memory

found underground in hidden aquifers, meaning

transported on waves of fluid, molten current

cooling the earth, electrifying

rivers of sound

words, architecture, strands

of web and warp and weft,

all things glittering from the minds

of people, stones, plants, and stars,

water, earth, mineral, sky,

a city that never sleeps

a forest where the wild iris

pushes up through hard winter dirt

petals arched to the familiar sun

curved white river flowing

into the endless sky.