Driving down 68 today the old van rose up a / few feet and flew into a windless corridor / and only then did I realize it had something / to do with you. / It was similar to driving down the road / but the fact that the tires were not touching the / ground sort of got my attention. / I floated by Daylight Donuts / and Supersaver. / I soundlessly whooshed by / ABC Locksmiths and Wendy’s …
Quite wonderful.
I get smaller by the day, my fat renders into the ash of regret.
We fade away, don’t we?
Yes, it swings. And yes, we do. Thx for the comment.