A purple petal hanging from a strand
of spider web, between a branch and ground,
appears suspended, managed by a hand
nobody sees: confetti small and round.
And stacked atop a station garbage can,
a homeless monitor and CPU
with matching keyboard, office black-and-tan,
inhabit momentarily the view.

The hundred passengers who use this part
of BART’s expanse will have a chance to note
equipment so discarded. Some will start
to read the labels; most will not devote
the time. A few will catch a vision here,
of vernal purple hanging in the air.