We Were Approaching Wabash Street

we were approaching Wabash Street
crossing Stater Bro's supermarket my blond Shar Pei turned to the
left
toward the sky I followed her eyes and noticed the heights
the bluish mountains had moved from their usual positions
One with a dome shaped by the clouds and the clouds
were gauze a seamless mist or canvas but it wasn't a canvas
I traced the early dust of light from a hidden orb in the higher realm
there was darkness in that place the one few dare to touch or paint
at the higher margins of that contained layer the one folding into
itself
a woman's head or her face or simply the burning void
arms too they were open and a dress-like expanse below
my sisters came to mind Sara 83 yrs this month of May and Concha
90 yrs
dust weakened or unknowns multiplied
on my way back through the traffic back home now