can you see the lights
at night on the canyon
wall, sparse, solo, illuminating
are you jealous too
have you met the
people who come
to town w/gallon
jugs filling them
from the hose
dig their hands in mud, shape
the sunset  & you put down
your phone, walk outside, admire
& wait for the water to turn blue again supposing
there is a bike, a small trampoline,  music

Connie Bacchus did not provide an autobiography.