Her face
open
I step toward
I'm standing
behind
her eyes
her eyes
seeing
with my eyes
with my eyes
through
her eyes
her eyes
night.
We
look down
sidewalk
curb
gutter
asphalt pocked black
We
look up
look up
doorways lights
no cars 'til cross
then headlights
white yellow
white yellow
then tail lights
red
streamers.
red
streamers.
I
close
my
eyes
Hear
through
her
ears
Muffled
a name
Mine Hers
Neither
No matter.
She is
we are
walking.
Heels
like
finger
snaps.
Then -
BANG
BANG
She is/We are
running
vision
blinking
random/fast
forwarding
frac-tur-ing
She-I
stumble trip fall
air like deep water
Her/My/Our
hand
stretches catches breaks
our
fall
fall
then
plain air
clear sight
night
I
Me
I
watching
rushing
have rushed
am
helping
dark flesh
jeans
leather
I have their
arm
arm
flesh
warm
night
warm
Facing -
Are you…?
Yes
Good, ok...
Thanks
Sure
be careful...
You too
I will
I will.
RW
Oaxaca City, Mexico
02.13.2019
Photo: mine, Guanajuato City
I like it - I don't think it's terribly different, perhaps longer than your other poems - it's exciting, moves in an unexpected direction....
ReplyDeleteif I were to criticize anything it might be the ending because it's so wrapped up and there's no ambiguity - but maybe it's right as it is...I don't know
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