turn my head to the side
smile because there is good

the sidewalk is covered in glass
Coca-Cola is across the street
the air smells like fried chicken
what a perfect metaphor

cat sleeps
turns his head
legs out in front
vulnerable
at peace

two cars with blue and red lights
swerve erratically across 8 lanes
they are slowing the whole freeway
scary and powerful, they probably laugh

warm face
warm everything

gray mountains with varying shades of haze
orange to blue sunset
drive for hours in the same direction
just like when I visit her
but instead my destination is much closer
and not nearly as lovely