the world of dew
is the world of dew.
and yet, and yet,

platitudes glisten
in the cracks of cobblestone,
vanishing by noon,

there are sermons in
the rattle and hum of dawn,
trucks along highways,

shuttered storefronts bring
life to hallowed heirlooms when
dew takes its place, but

nude eyes drag their gaze
across dripping pixels, stirred
only by moist seats.