“Like I was suddenly some safer form of fire”
-Ada Limon
Parallel Mustangs revving at an intersectionBack and forthLike a conversation
Between Neanderthals listing their killsAround a campfirein competition over the same mate.
Rrrrrrrrrrrr bison.Rrrrrrrrrrrr mammoth.Rrrrrrrrrrrrr saber tooth cat.
Even the moon is movedTo eavesdrop; she lingers, curling a ringletOf clouds around a fingerWith a blush of coyness to her smile
Above these traffic lights glowing like the last embersOn a log in the fire.
One must appreciate these momentsWhen the decisions you’ve madeSeem perfectly adequate …
This modest front-wheel-drive HondaPaid-off and broking-inPulled by a four-cylinder mule
Sowing the field of fiscal responsibilityAnonymously.
Just listen to how each MustangExaggerating its importance
In shimmies and full-bodied shudders, in growls and grunts,Needles jumping into red—
The red of energy, the red of arousal, the red of envy—
This tangible yearning for the license of a green lightTo coerce tires from their comfortable beds;
To sneak out on a school day;To feed furniture into the fireplace;To spin and smoke;
To feel the adrenaline boostDrifting past the limits of controlInto a stranger’s lane
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