honey bee — [K] (viii)

the wind blown windows
    twist the light

what should be
    a solid candle
is new york city
    on party night

the girls there
    let the wind
    blow their skirts high

the guys there
    try not to stare
    but stare

and look    up
    a cyclist is blown
        over a lorry

all safe
    they’re turning into
        light crows

flapping away