Going to Norwalk

At one thirty on a thursday night

I saw a pair of raccoons heading to the gutter

they stopped at the storm drain

their tails hung down and out of sight

they looked up at me

their eyes were shining

I thought of you

and I can't stand the way the moon expands and fills out

the corners of your california sky

I can't stand it

the old buildings stood tall against the sky

the windows had old sheets hanging over them doubling as

curtains

and the silhouettes moving in the bright lights behind

the curtains

looked like you

I stopped moving momentarily

the world will

stand still on nights like these

without any kind of warning

and I can't stand it.