a perfect moment: 2/9/02
11:32, taking the long way home
you driving slow with one hand on my leg.
the traffic light is no longer patterning primary colors,
but pulsing two repeatedly:
yellow one way, red the other.
tinsel-topped toothpicks from dinner lie on the dashboard
reflecting passing cars' headlights.
I ask if you've ever had a perfect moment;
you laugh, but I think you know that this
10 February 2002