i peeled out
from a fanfare! 
and welcomed
the world’s fletching
to meet my naked neck.

flittering the hardwood
i practiced a new order
bass line and chugged

magnificent. ordering
coffee in thrashes of toothy
grins and aplomb felt fit-
crackling over the radio
age of consent! 

i wondered if you were
still talking your face off
at palermo but only
briefly as i bounded
illegally across hillhurst
beaming in california sun
thinking i could go a lifetime
without wondering again.

oh it’s love and symphony traffic
and whiskey in coffee cups-
i’m present and perfect
some mornings.