A dog barks then makes it an opera. A neighbor lets fly the language of emasculation, but the dog being dog, acting dog pays no heed. Working on the Tower of Babel again. Above the building, through the lights, Big Bear as bright here as North, and guides the eyes in the same true line across the back of his little brother to the center of cartographic knowledge, which some say is all you need to know if you are to understand humankind. Across the courtyard, a father, mother, son and daughter surrounded by Chinese lanterns, are in the middle of a meal.
Voices ring like fine porcelain wind chimes.
Their laughter nearly contagious. Viral enough for a smile. There was a beach, secluded, farther north. Her slim body, breasts lit with moonlight, the warmth of lying next to her, of being inside her, of believing there is nothing else to know. The Chinese lanterns are still lit, but dance alone.