pressed against concrete singing
(Sweet About Me) under my breath
keeping time on my jeans
hunched ladies from my neighbourhood happen by
stop, staring at my obliviousness and ask
Are you ok?
Just dandy, never better
left the kids at home and whistle
it’s so quiet without them I felt like singing.
knowing glances wander down the way.
air like this, it’s like the earth is
making love to you without touching
the embers of a day, bluebrown in the sky twilight
asking for nothing aside from the sweat
beneath your eyes. air like this sweet, riding the ends
of summer rings and whispers yesterday
thing about having kids, thing about being
just dandy in the dew lit night is
you count back and think
has it really been 5 years since I was untethered
wandering under skies like these at will
void of hurry or worry, winkin or nod. Has it
really been so long since cigarette smoke
twined it’s way around my body and I
fell effortlessly in love with the world.
Has it really been so long since I watched the same sun
rise and fall?
air like this you see
seduces, trollop. Linens and silks and
morning glories, waved underneath our noses
combed through our hair painted on red lips. air
like this is fire, burns colorless yet gasping.
air like this, is enough to remind us
on a cloudy muggy night that
all things, all matter of anything
are perfectly understandable.