April is still cruel
And this city? Still unreal.
The snow will melt
Daffodils will bloom
Arrows will still fly
Even Cupid shoots them
With awkward aim
Are we mistaken to listen to the wind?
That whisperer that works
Its way between warm clothing
...Tickles, biting softly
On the ends of our touch
Imprinting its song on our necks.
“I would have never thought
You would become my lover
Having passed you
In the hallway a thousand times
Among the smell of floor wax
Cafeteria food, and
The slamming of locker doors.
...Excuse me
I’m younger than that”
Now, in the city of Yonder
Stands our orphan
With his gun
Walking along the edges
Of an eternity of assumptions
The quickest way to freeze
Us into madness...oh, do not
Ask what is it?
Even Dorothy killed two witches
And I swear
The sky has been etherized.
For I have known it, known it all
Have known evenings, mornings
Afternoons
Have known
The familiarity of strangers
My nose buried in their bosom
Of warm, warm skin, bared to
Gravity, orbit, & galaxies
Moving...moving...
Moving
“What a Sunday drive it was
Unplanned, without directions.
The heat of summer blew
Into our rolled down windows”
O you who turn the wheel
and look to windward,
Consider.
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