I found them there
in a still spare spring
under cottonwoods grown
in unnaturally straight lines
in small-eyed ducks
and a young girl balancing
on the lip of a fountain
in the toddler on quivering grass
running ahead of her mother
in lanky angles of a man throwing
a basketball at a ragged net
in the wasted time
I’d over spent
hidden
in a selfish
confinement