I am in love
with the man
who let me in
in traffic
this morning
with a silent
arpeggio
above his
steering wheel
signaling me
to enter
where he waited
and all that
huddled
humanity
balked and
steamed
in a long
line behind him
snaking
all the way back
to where
I imagine
he came from --
Bellingham
or Mendon
or Provdence.
I am in love
with the eternal
feminine
in the man
who lets me
in the ways
of the world.
with the man
who let me in
in traffic
this morning
with a silent
arpeggio
above his
steering wheel
signaling me
to enter
where he waited
and all that
huddled
humanity
balked and
steamed
in a long
line behind him
snaking
all the way back
to where
I imagine
he came from --
Bellingham
or Mendon
or Provdence.
I am in love
with the eternal
feminine
in the man
who lets me
in the ways
of the world.
Bridge & Main by Paul Hostovsky
| r.kv.r.y. fall '06 |