What I didn't know

Was that camera in a post below was set outside of Madoff's apartment building. 64th and Lex. A crown of mouthless people, a bear not set to claw the garden. All the money lost to the value shoppers. All the vaulting and tank of a market. Here's an idea:

Post A W P-ost found and exhausted

And then I discovered like the dust

Wintering not where the head lands

The hills of cloud spill their faces
into the canals. One saint floats
away into the sea--his oars
made of crystal, his heart
a ball of hair. We took
each others arms & ran
a volley of weapons into the squares.
Into the turning streets we streaked
narrow and disordered, our
wet clothes suctioned to our bodies.
Later someone sang into
a bottle the shape of night.

The phones were quiet mostly.