Obscurity roams
like a vanishing herd.
Signs of laughter play it by ear,
starting nowhere, the gray doesn’t say.
Traffic lights obtain mid-air
like tribal taboos. Chaos is virile.
Aircraft aloft come on mundane
and lose the name of action on a mountain,
salting the scene with morsel and machine.
Discrepancies
go by: cars are ostensible
behind the whites of their eyes.
Symbols are seen where none were intended:
bridges, short on goals, compromise
and go halfway. A steeple, given
to proving its point, absconds to heaven.