Don’t go dark on me, Darius. It was as if I were invisible, and alone in my invisibleness. Looking down at the street, not being seen by the kids or the old-timers taking their places for the night, I felt untouchable. The way I felt Fury would be untouchable. Day sounds, buses honking, children screaming, slowly gave way to the night sounds of blaring radios. The voices rising from the darkness became harsher, more strident. Words meant as curses and arrows lifted quickly. Across the street, the blue neon lights of Victory Tabernacle, House of Prayer, came on. I could see the abstractions, the angles and colors of a poet’s eye. Did you know that kestrels can see ultraviolet light? And that a peregrine falcon can see three times better than a human? Twig pushed into my mind again. I imagined him running with a weight around his waist. Three pounds, then four, then five. I wondered if it would help his racing. A light caught my eye. On a building across the street, over the Pioneer food market, there were shadowed figures.
