transition

she caught me from the corner of her eye running along side the running board indecisive a wobbly motion up to the board my other leg left dangling half-planting canvas holes on a morning roadbed lush rows of mangos, oranges, olives ears of corn, yellow aspen, norway pine converging disjointed continents inching in a magnetic pool of long lost fields dormant dreams a dozen pockets of the living surrounding nearly touching the asphalt abscess underground gridwork concrete network a late summer rain steams an open field of clover cutting the tail of a southeast sunrise i find no reason not to complete the leap sundrops rinsing soot and road dust inside a deep sweet breath washes me thorough hesitantly springing forward a wet oily muscle unravels a hand reaches out hungry --- e b bortz (thailand, korea, israel, minnesota, arizona, california, cleveland, pittsburgh)