Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Bridging Milwaukee

driving over that simple stretch of concrete
suspended in the air

colder than normal
or cold in a different way than the east

a skillful driver at my side
and brilliant tones spewing from the speakers
a familiar set 
but new to my ears in the present

senses enlightened
lights blurring in the misty night
comfortable hands to hold and familiar smells
ecstatic sounds
a sensitive mush of lips to lips
vivid movement

just like the moving walkway
a sidewalk
or time
so casual or so rushed.