Plus enhanced catch and release.
I lose the thread of conversation,
stupid faced seeing you smile
down near the tracks
spray cans in hand and
giggling over whether or not
the tags will look as good
as they do now
come daylight.
Ripping the river trail by starlight
on bikes in top gear.
Black birds calling
so we will not hit each other.
Midnight is
when you are around and I am not
whistling to ghosts.
Stay up late and wake up early.
Uncoiled dragons like coffee too.
Stupid faced seeing you smile,
in the summer yard see the starship in the distance,
cutting the powder fabric of the suns rays
into off and on mowed lawn streaks of sighs
for days. Staring up at the windows on the horizon
I wonder what the passenger looking back
at my little swatch of city
feels about solid ground.
On your way. On your mission. There is
a lot to get done today. Mary is out back too
gardening, trying to. The flowers will come in
mid June, she insists. Talking to herself aloud.
Lucid in a sky. Grinning back to you
barefoot in the inch high.
Sun come rise and I cannot make out
the shape of the ship anymore
when the cloud cover is burned away.
Clear blue
eyes again.
Stupid faced. "What the hell is so funny?" The back of your head
looks like it is catching fire and I
do not know if it is the sunlight caught
or you
smiling back. More coffee please.
