Streets drive the naming day into my eyes.
As traffic spills the riddles pulled from sleep
To fumes, the blue lifts them, and they dissolve,
Dissolve-wayfarers in seaweed light,
Sunburst of bicycles reeling over a rise
To the bird-stung harbor full of ships upon a map
Revolving-and the riddles drift, resolve
In the simple power lines as they spin and brighten
Into my real questions and the greenglass
Insulators, thick jewels on creosote poles:
Are you scanning meters of telephone wires?
Do you lean to the scoop of cables? Can you hear
The buzz of intersection stoplights, happiness
Of crosswalks? Love, do you turn to the clocking wheels
Of the cars, speeding toward reason, as I see the tires
Burnishing the highways? Hedges flare
With early morning. Windows burn to tile.
Eastward the boulevards shape warm gilded pools.
Places! Identities! Can you perceive
The metallic gestures of day where I find you?
Waves release your voice in the sunny air.
Your name to these enamelled avenues.