with the door open to the night winds
as I unpack my laden grocery bags.
As I stand, scattered orange lights
in the palm tree catch my eye
from above the next row of rooms.
The lights seem to flicker on and off
when I move, as though someone
strung a set of Christmas lights
high in the tree top, just for fun.
I follow the sidewalk to the end
of the building for a better view,
but the light doesn't glow in the fronds
the same way from the sides.
Only two feet of space in my room
shows the brand new flood light
at the perfect angle and height
to see the palm fronds glow each night.