I.
Slant sheared tubes,
the metal painted orange,
raised over our heads,
stood as a phoenix
and peeked over the fence.
II.
Each feather
of a two inch crane
had all the lines cut.
There would be
something pleasing
to hold your work
in one hand.
III.
There was a
red spinning top
with a white gloss patch
and line form hands
that defined the space.
IV.
Deep trunked trees
spread their golden leafhair
over Rexford Drive.
For the length of a red light
we remembered forests
with pink clouds.