Original Piece One Week Two

This was an improv off James Wright's "Lying in a Hammock on William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota":

Palazzo Mauri

Under your feet, tires crumble
and churn down the gravel road,
coughing like a pigeon in black light.
Down the street behind the abandoned
magazine stand, the church bells waft behind
one another into the crossroads of the evening.
To your left,
in a fountain of algae and water,
full of yesterday’s pockets and golden hills.
You step forward, while the moon approaches overhead.
A tuft of white fuzz tosses around, searching for your hair
and we have learned nothing.