loyal
L is all magic
with the wheel. the big show-off.
the car jerks and jolts
at the light flick of his wrist-
loyal chrome-and-steel mistress.
lulled
the streets are yawning,
lulled by the whiff of quick rain.
the sun seems to doze
in the trees by the park's edge
where the Strange Man daily jogs.
in the mirror
clouds rolled in from east
and the blue sky cracked in two.
as we drove along,
lightning shot out in keen arcs.
my face merge with the shadows.
