Three birds diverge fast,
their branch crashing to the ground,
and silence resumes

Suburban midnight –
ranging empty taxi and
forlorn orange skirt

The CD player
ticks silent seconds in the
car next to my bus

Oh revelation –
'til today I never knew
that rainbows could wink

Bus girl, phone in sick –
only work uniforms can
make red so lifeless

Tiny pinprick holes
in the blind at the window
make constellations

Our visitors leave
down the valley side, to the
southern hemisphere