Paid for 30

hot and rising
and the urge which surges
through your neck
making the skin needles

alone in a crowd
staring at the
strangers

blank expressions waiting
to be filled and to be
returned--I want to keep
the postage

paying the metermaid
of the cathedral
kneeling to fall

staring at the stary
painted sky
what does it feel like to be
painted into life