This is the place where no one seems to go—

black sky, raining, glistening wet black street

vast empty parking lot, yellow light on

blank industrial building. You will try

forbidding doors until you find one that’s

unlocked and enter something the building

could not contain: lush verdant gardens, fields,

a sky that’s always the time of day for

setting out. People here seem to know you,

you feel as if you’re impersonating

yourself—such camouflage, weightless, clear, free.