new york boarded
her plane landed
and the taxi driver hit
on her, different than
the others he fit
in his car thus far
later on
its colder at home
she thought over lipstick
he should have known
she'd be late to this
meeting for dinner over blues
the next
song that played
told stories that seemed
too closely relayed
their thoughts intercede
silently connected
to each other
this seemed normal
to wait your entire life
to travel and be formally
introduced to the sight
and touch that would be
the rest of your life
No comments:
Post a Comment