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.