5.5.17
Saw your tail lights
reflected in the bezel
of a chrome watch.
Held my arm against a sky
three shades lighter
than a blueberry.
O, the beauty of the world!
O, calamitous joy of three heavens
descending on our mortal selves
delivering dreams and
salutations.
I pray, don’t change.
I pray, for more.
Written in my head, while driving, on the offramp at Kanan, at around 8:00 at night, while stopped at a red light.