Rob Schackne #93 - There She Goes

There She Goes

                    ...chasing down my lane…
                       The La’s (1988)

Concrete falls on the street
her heel catches rocks a boat
the weather looks very foreign
her ass sways rides a swell
eyes meet two little smiles
seems we both take a breath
maybe it’s the real red thread
humans hold draw ever closer
(alley cats sit up take notice
umbrella birds go quiet again)
she floats a moment she shines
then goes like she always goes
& into the abyss like rain goes
nothing I mention comes back.