They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Anfu Lu | Jen Hyde

Grey sky in particle matter

press starlight back into stars

but color in trinkets, blue

in the tarp we walk beneath

and listen to, breathing

between double-wide lanes.

The public bus brought me here.

A man with a bled eye searches

for stain-free t-shirts. I sift

through his cart alongside him

for a white size while in the galaxy

meteors drift across our backs. Bird

of light, pushing through fire

meet the earth in his slender hand

breaking change he returns

home, with something for dinner.