city light
another
city call—
cheap plonk
chattering,
talking,
spilling idol gossip
on bar stools
where you might sit,
your eyes
lost
in the bottom of
each other’s
empty glasses.
and then—
the inevitable stroll,
late evening’s breath
trailing you both,
hand in hand
with the latest device,
its glow
outshining
the touch
you barely notice.
