mosaic sun, put together
piece by piece, like mirror eyes
on the streets of Louisville,
and hands that evaporate,
and days when I lie about
the train schedule, and
the moments with streaks of
cream in my coffee

the wait upstairs burning
it's way down to the shy
streets below, and I smile
because my heart is made of
newsprint, that was another day
and this one is another day too
and is illuminated piece by piece
by the mosaic sun