Eight floors up
the balcony
wraps around
the stucco framed
building
like two small arms,
a child's hug.
You can see
the sun stretch
awake at dawn
if you stand
in just the right spot
at the left edge
where nothing
blocks the rush
of wind.
It's dusk,
move around
to the other side
push the forest green
lawn chair
pocked by cigarette embers
up against the cool rough wall
recline,
lock your heels on the edge
of the railing,
watch the sun kiss
the gulf goodnight.
