Sunday, April 29, 2018 11:19 PM

Near midnight, back-lit bright green plastic behind darker green fenceposts parallel to my path hosts shadows and moire patterns, images of things not seen. The jet fighter hovering in the haze ahead is the top of an idle crane. A black lozenge of fur lunges at me. I can hear but not see which end is barking. The human at the far end of the leash apologizes and crosses the street. On the sidewalk, other shapes, cryptic in the distance, become broken furniture and other junk left for the morning's large trash pickup. Not moved to take any this time, I walk on by.