A Beautiful Life

A river hisses through pipes,
stops and waits, counting days.

Cars grind towards the light
from four sides, then three.

I’m looking at the waveform
of the whole song as it plays.

Some kids keep breaking in
on my walkie-talkie.

“My God, it’s been years–
years!” we say, but it has.

I can see you’ve done sit-ups
and watered the grass.

And your eyes are full of jazz.
And your touch is hungry.

And everything but a
beautiful life is still funny.


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