watchmen asleep or in reverie
disregard the black bears and horses
golden lambs and white swans
native queens and general wayne
levitating half-lit globes and hands
hovering in the dark streets
among quiet fountains.
one teamster trundles through
three riders trot separate ways
a boy leads horses around from an alley
reckoning on a rising sun.
a crescendo
of covered wagons riders coaches carts
carriers fetchers trompers striders
seems loud and real
