A woman smiles out of a plastic coat,
its yellow turning rain to torches.
Light rests on a man waiting to cross,
touches the small face inside his stroller.
The hills pull fog around them
and push on to the sea
carrying all our houses.
The boat folds around you today
carrying away our silence.
When you ride home tomorrow around the bay
see how flowers cloak just one tree
and leave all the rest green.
EYELASHROAMING 