Holding the bus driver’s side view mirror
“600” written on his foot
no answer to why we dropped the deacons
from our gown adorned flock
Three United States Marines
walking home from the bar
still only midnight
many heading out, black,
or sitting on a sidewalk playing guitar
Standing and watching from
cash register podiums in
the garb of a peasant settler
lies are told leaning against
beach cruisers and fountain walls