drive to jericho to see an aerial performance

if i ever own an orange car i will be delighted in being other people's

delight; playing the rainbow car game

on long drives without ever making it past red

is never a good idea.

we pass roads with names like winding brook and settlement,

civilization dwindling behind us like the chill

in the springtime air. real brooks & rivers gurgle through

the greening properties, rushing with the 

newfound melted snow. 

when we arrive, my friend is dividing

herself into two in the air,

dangling like some sun-drunk summer bird from silks

the color of the sky outside. she spins

and every sweet thing in the world

comes out of its burrow

to listen like the melodies of the highway listen

to the cars, and so far at least,

they hear.