“Are you sure?”

Running across a lake

In a pair of sweats with your auburn hair in a bun, sunglasses on

            Clouds passing are cotton candy and those people grilling salmon, drinking beer

            Won’t regret it was what you said

Over iced coffee as the day rained

Between silvery cracks in the torn azure becoming washed-out denim

            This road going on forever into Saturday horizon goes somewhere important

            Was what I felt when the breeze played with my hair

Turning clockwise the radio dial until it echoed

Along the blurring montage of watercolor people, buildings and forest

            Every time you laugh it makes the steering wheel reverberate in your hands

            Or at-least sounded like it did, we went

Said would look pretty against your skin

I could never wear something like that but like to see you in it

            The gilded lapel between your fingers as you talk reflecting pewter nimbus

            Had been purchased for less than a meal, last year

Colored the same as this firmament’s metallic tourniquet

At 11AM stretching for eternity the atmosphere a sky gossamer

            Cassette of The Breakfast Club in cracked plastic rattling the console

            But that’s why it’s a keepsake, good-luck charm who knew

Way we survive through different lives in our life

Across invisible oceans where voices and images live

            Growing up not old—and that place we just passed was my favorite at one point in time

            They used to serve pancakes but called them hotcakes, when I was a kid

So, you’re stranded on a desert island and you have to pick…

Whereas the windshield of stained-glass refracts youthful overcast

            Glinted milky sunbeams—breathing cold air and exhaling words that looks like smoke

            I think you’re too pretty to like me but what the heck do I know (anyway),

As windjammer catching fingers along the moving air out the window

Doesn’t the end of spring feel sometimes like the beginning of autumn

            To do with the steely thingamabobs and for some reason I feel like I can tell you anything

            Let’s just keep it a secret alright, whatever you got it let’s get

Bread from that place with the dandelions painted on it

Because days like this never end in even though we all…

            What’s on your mind you ask I saw you staring off into space when it was time to order

            I said I think today’s one of those, you know’s and you said that’s this thing called life

Are you sure—we don’t have to eat here if you don’t want to but I get it

Skipping across the sky in a pair of sweats

            Would you mind I said if we just get back in the car and keep on driving

            Because you asked and I said I don’t know but maybe I will, later—haha

Are you sure—sure sure

No but do we have to either

            Wherever this road ends somewhere I like to pretend maybe it goes on forever

            Kind of funny I think I know what you mean when you say stuff like that,

Are you sure

Yes and never—ferrying across this morning decanter

Ever seen that movie Breathless—way how memories just bleed into another

            Kind of cigarettes did you used to smoke—American spirits can’t remember if I’ve had them

White sand rushing across your shoulder blade out the window

Could live someplace like this don’t you think—one day

            It costs nothing to dream as the wind chased your eyes against grey light

            Saying the only thing I’m sure about is that this is why are alive.

            © 2024, A. M. D’Angelo