The Street Sweeper

just above my eyes
a bee exists with me
a flowering tree 
a bridge suspended
in blue light
some later place exists
before this before anything
below the tall pine women
stretch their bodies in a grassy daze
another sleeps with her hand 
across her breast her heart
cars stream hum in time
and all along the street sweeper
sweeps away smaller clouds of sunny dust
memory of fallen leaves 
from younger trees all
from
me

JP Pestana
The Street Sweeper
Lisbon
9.28.18