Friday, February 15, 2013

27.



With my head
on your shoulder

I watch
the moon
and the stars
and the clouds
take flight

through a fogged-up windshield

on the eve of Earth's
existential
what-if

we ride our pocket
of brightness

listening to
a music
of corduroy
and nylon

holding our breaths
as the wheels lift
and dip

to the whims
of a country byway

across spacetime's
extended grace

3 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

One does wonder, if the asteroid had hit, how many people would have been doing it. :)

Sarah Hina said...

Everything's more intense under a threat of total annihilation. :)

Aniket Thakkar said...

"listening to
a music
of corduroy
and nylon"

Could you BE more subtle about it? :)