Cricket on the granite steps
in
a Yoga asana
or a Kung fu move
hard to stop
in the spy-movie lights.
Folk music and dog barks
in the cosmic background
as the lizard near the light
is interrogating and shadowing
the migration of insects
like Sherlock along with its Watson.
Chinese clothes on the nylon rope
suspicious of getting dried
in the dark-American winds.
One crazy cat has loosened its fur anarchy
onto the world with night king eyes
and convicted paws.
The ice-chipped
winds and the shadows
of unknown lights
erect silent goosebumps
on deforested body
as the legs pass the stanzas
of concrete.
Thy Vox 