This may be
exactly the way
a good film begins or
a terrible movie ends:
completely unresolved.
All action equidistant
from conception and narration,
unable to intersect
except from the mouth
of an unfolding dusk,
from the drowsy
descent of golden light
pouring through
the left of view,
bus windows,
scratched plexi, humming
engine, shaking plastic, severe
stops
at every third corner:
now approaching
Pico, Broadway
now approaching
10th, Broadway
now approaching
7th, Broadway
Faces forward ignoring
the simultaneous witness
and participant.
The protagonist
is looking.
kristy lovich 