Lean into each other.
Reminds me of two soldiers we saw in Bali on a motorbike.
The passenger leaned into his buddy's back
Clutched arms around him and napped.
Redwood trees and one mis-managed palm?
I raise my arms in a Y, stop mid-sidewalk
At 10 o'clock in sleepy foggy Berkeley who's to stop me?
I allow myself one more question, because again I can't believe my bad luck
and need to yell in my head, astonished all over again
and walk on.