Manchester Street

I almost miss the cacophony 

of Brash Crashing syllables

that New England
way of sounding

off on the street



that porch on Manchester

Street, that apartment

with carbon dioxide sneaking in
with the heat,
filling rooms in a drowsy fog



the street lights buzzing clementines

above the neighbor who has fallen
drunkenly in the street
and a band
of angry rescuers
Yell and drag at him 

in the confusion 



half a dream, I was resigned to 

the mess of it all

A dash of freckled sun

that was you in the winter



By spring the sky unfolded
and I was gone