Читать книгу the first conversation the sun had with the moon - jason a. kendall - Страница 10

a new rain devours the sky

as we head west with hopeful eyes

a gas light flickers

in an old yellow Chevy

we have thoughts of sleeping

under a universe filled with silver

and sparkling

stars

the trees waltz tonight,

to the music of a howling wind

my hand hangs out the window

touching a crisp autumn air

just after an onslaught of watery

soldiers

she sits back

singing with the radio

that crackles, and static mixes

with her soul

"…swimming in a fish bowl, year

after year…"

we laugh

catching sparks in each other's eyes

like large round gulps of silent

agreements

the trees calm down after a while

we find a place to rest

turning up a dusty road

stirring up gravel

our stomachs growl

from forgetting to eat

miles have passed since we last decided

who should drive

i pay for one night

one bed

one breakfast

we waltz like the trees

in my mind

until i finally drift to sleep

hoping you're there again tomorrow

if only an apparition

to keep me company

all the way to the end

of this