He lifted his elbow off the car window jamb,
Symmetrical creases trailed his forearm in testament to self-flagellation.
Worshipping open air
And empire opportunities
She barricaded her chest with an argyle sweater vest.
Lint and dandruff appeared visible in the navy blue squares,
But failed in recognition atop the yellow squares.
The disappearance reminded her of driving on county roads
From the city to farmland,
Where the stars seem to appear out of nowhere.
He opens her window.
Air rushes into the cluttered space and steals a white string
From off her left shoulder. It circulates inside a cyclone
Before her eyes
And scoots out the window,
Taken by the wind.
Immediate threats congregate in dirt piles, organized to make room
For parking lots. Halting entry to Nature’s back-door slumber party.
Disregard innuendos. These are to be retired and buried where vet
Clinics hide the corpses of Family Pets and roadkill.