The high today is looking like
I might wear something light
in kind with you and I could ride
to where the streets get wide
and traffic's slow and easy
to peddle laughs and smiles
between icees and frost coffee
and maybe stop by
my favorite spot to lie
beside the freight tracks,
sun in our eyes, and fly
on tangents dyed
green as dandelion bulbs
not yet broken open.
The sunshine is calling, neon signed,
drawing wide and deep blue lines
behind and through my blinds.
The tufted clouds remind
me of the fine edged bite
in plastic cupped white wine
out of doors in your backyard
or mine on a Wednesday
calling for an end
to workday grinds and
buzz blushed conversation,
so how about you
and I go forget why
days have gone by between then
and today's lustered
creamed ice custard sunshine
begging the question
of us two, undefined.
