wind it up and let it go

On the walk: pinwheels in multiple yards, spinning in the wind; the cemetery streaked in light; bright morning stars are shining; a tinsely homemade arch; the Triple Deuce, crayon scrawls all over its door an old school out-of-office message for the band that inhabits it; a line of t-shirts and sweatshirts, from grey to yellow to blue, emblazoned with the name of a carpentry business, hang-drying in the sun; Sonya's house, no one home, little skully canvas shoes waiting on the landing; kids playing basketball; the arc of a swing up towards the sun and down to the river to pray; that same blue hearse whose owner I now know by sight; saturated colors on houses; fake flowers scattered across my lawn.