the flavour of
something
winter
toned down
the riveted struts
of the bridge
passing us by
army tank brown
dusted by snow
not knowing exactly
what to say
caffeinating
EL
mountain daylight
savings time
trading thoughts
EL
swirls in the black
enamel paint
not knowing what to
do
with our hands
you waggle the
stickshift
EL
on something
without being much
a diversion
could have looked at
the stars
pondered them in
their fullness
over weed
or Barolo
or Barolo
thought instead
about the straps
of your shoes
you thought about something
what, i'm not that sure
you thought about something
what, i'm not that sure
EL
clutching
whether i’m there
or not
discs slipping past
eachother
when you put your
foot down
things move forward
EL
dancing on the one
not knowing
not caring
to wander
too too far
EL
going across the
river
