unbreakable

i miss breathing out vignettes
ireland: july 27th

tear duct instigators

titanic
'breath me'-sia
zebra finches
pocket watches
grandmother's locket
lonely buttons on linoleom floors
lack of money
lost friends
alcoholic
school drop outs
wine induced mothers
promise rings
no gas
not enough scarves to completely surround the steering wheel
miss fish
hip replacements
school
math
cold elevators
long winters
frozen fingers
lost therapy offices
long distance
bethany hope chest
singing french girls on bicycles

the city moves toward the fog,
our horizon in the suburbs,
leaden, steaming, beneath clouds
lengthened by the setting sun, torn
by slightly violet colors,
verdant violet reddened.
the twilight expands.

the friendly avenue
shows us a more human planet,
hurls treasures at our eyes,
immerses us in summits.
And the noises converge, subside:
murmured amalgam
pending.

strident outburst.
dreadful little motor vibrates.
...And one again the vague chorus resumes,
favored by the low tone
of streets
open to the skies.

Beneath the last reds
in grays, greens, thin mauves,
i feel the lights the city
projects toward me are mine.
Much imagination envelops everything,
and that enormous machine lifts us high,
inseparable now from our days