Collin Eckerle

Unseasonably cool, but the sky
(however bulbous)
does not threaten.

As days like this seem seldom,
I'll take it.

These doldrums seem more than seasonal,
like the reoccurring fever dreams
of children at three A.M.
when they know nothing of the real world
but only the fantastical.

Over my shoulder I hear
through the cries and decay of homes
holding the hands of tenants
as they dance through their laughing streets.