The light came through the window of Nollendorfplatz —
multi-colored illustrated coverings, a fence doubling
as a strategically placed mouth with a steampunk-era sun —
Give Sun Ra a neighborhood in Downtown Seattle.
Let him be the many-armed Avalokiteśvara at my local —
bar? No — coffee shop, somehow sporting Saturn as
a hat, a tiny moon circulating its rings —
and the U-Bahn pulled into the station to station.
I paused. When the doors opened, I leaned my
head into the empty car, looking left and right.