One understandable phrase, ‘Amerika’ from the driver’s radio
Rumbling of Central Station buses exiting the ramp
From the third seat, my eye level with rooftops where
The fan palms raise their laughing branch in unceasing thanks
Awoken day by day
Sun’s rays gathering from fragments of night,
Sideways past the pain with clever perk
Kneeling, out stretching
A green plate of contoured grace.
