Inky notes
encroaching from alleys –
the city’s vasculature
marks itself in a
timpani of byways.
Birds set
the high tone …
tinkling down off
window panes
in a twittertoned
arpeggio.
Harmonic currents
from the strings
of electrical wires.
The bass rumble
of traffic,
dirging under
the melody
of footfalls and catcalls
and come buy my wares.
my walrus 