4:50 pm, Pink Floyd

Tulips bend to paint a corner of Washington
Circle with candy tongues
tied, twisted police tape slaps at a strutting
breeze, a whir of wheels, skin and spandex sheathing
viscera pulsing femur tibia and tucked wing of
earthbound flight. A checkered cap tops
the pile on a table by an escalator
ringing like a miscalibrated telephone, unheeded
warning every third or fifth body rushing
up to open air, no one turning. Back
after back in suit jacket, wilting and shedding
finally revealing damp shoulder, furred forearm
freed from cuff. Lime-green
chrome and finned convertible
on oversized whitewalls takes the corner,
watering eyes and turning heads.

Delayed train, detour, an extra mile
on foot west, sundog flares against the curved city
bus merging with a hiss. I thought I knew
the way, thought I’d thought of every
contingency but I never imagined him
in the everything
grazing the tips of my fingers, him
in the everything holding me fast

To these teeming streets. Nothing to compare
to this belay. No metaphor, no halo
of light, no vapor trail threading sky
is anything like the music
making me skate an inch
at least above the skin of the planet
and so it should come as no surprise
(except that’s exactly what it does) to find
I learn to fly
the instant I give up


2 thoughts on “4:50 pm, Pink Floyd”

  1. Love the action and images here, signs of careful observation, memory and sense of the sublime and the surreal. Would love to be able to choose one and say “this one works for me”, but – in fact – they all do.
    The change of tempo, move to difference in the second and third parts is well crafted, and the final lines – made me sigh.
    Dammit! Yeah … typical!

  2. Oh, thank you! This one was so much fun to write. Layer upon layer of song and pace and springtime. I so appreciate you taking a moment to tell me how you received this.

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