The first in the city
to have electric
lights. A hinge 

to flex downtown
lane over lane flung
onto outdoor sculpture 

with a cherry on
top. I’m at the bottom
of this brown hill 

imagining a summer
evening: Civil
twilight and a great blue 

heron—my current hero’s
plugging in
near the Dandelion 

Fountain. He wouldn’t get too close
to the water. Weeds are wild 

flowers with a bad reputation. 

The way I build up,
demolish, recreate
my heroes, mine could be worse.