'we dont touch
we just span time.
this is you & me.
in love.
spanning time.'

i am hoping for an explosion
but for now there are tiny fireworks in my pathway
the way the traffic lights reflect on the wet pavement
a double signal of which way to go
whether i should yield
my car is locked up tight but the windows are open
songs stream out into cold air
hitting buildings & returning to my mouth
i take it all in & push it all out
in a beautiful cyclical pattern
the yellow line is swaying & i know it's ready to dance with me
it's an active sort of waiting that i am doing
enough motion so that my eyelids welcome the warmth of sleep
& i will dream of firecrackers again tonight