We Looked Like Giants

a cool breeze

blinking stop lights

in the middle of the slick black

street with the specter haunting

America. And with the kindly voice of

old reason by our sides

there was the swift swishing

of adventuresome walks in the

perfect, lovely, splendid night.

The sea-rustling of the

wind above and through

the trees- oh, the sweet salty sound

of the muse far off.

Stained sidewalks

and naked shrubs

as our feet fall in lovely silence

through puddles and asphalt

of sidestreets.

There are moments when

kissing the entire earth

is the most appealing idea

I have ever had.