for everything which is yes

Their spirit shimmers
like eucalyptus skin at
the sun’s red descent.

An empty white chair
fronts a spray-stenciled shipping
crate: “Uniglory”

The cement sleepers
of Angola’s rail make me
wonder what you’d say.

He prefers film that
makes the clay more red, though it’s
not reality.

She: as meaningful
as the mango tree–buoyant
green in a field brown.

Before the cement
wall is painted yellow, it
must be washed in white.

The machete cuts
the cogs in two…as the star
looks on, unconcerned.