NIAGARA

walking around
talking
feeling each other
bumping into shoulders
arms of each

our feet wouldnt obey
and our eyes wouldnt
let us look away

sure the falls was something
but that golden sun burning
down was filling up your
look

the highway was surrealism
of tanker trucks and rushing
hour of whatever

wind sucking out the windows
of the sedan
green sedate passing
of the old loam farmland
overrun with weeds of new
plantation track reach

brick and stucco brick and stucco
like the radials hitting all the
expansion cracks on the
four lanes

sweeping cloverleaf concrete
we speed beneath

listening to this music beat
song while your naked toes
curl against the green tint
safety glass

we wander waiting for the water
the strips of Lundy's Lane
laying lost and forlorn
waiting forever for dead lovers

the wheels spinning
and your dark hair catching
thick breezes like whirlpool foam
on green prized mystery

decedant day
incandescent
and sure