I saw her in a dream, Exiting the bookstore lobby
Sitting on a bench on Baltimore and reading Murakami
Slick with salt beneath the sun, her hands now tying up her hair
One pair of deeply tinted shades reflects my unbelieving stare
And at once, I am taken
She asked me what I wanted as if one ever really knew and I said,
"Dull domestication, free from pressure to pursue
Another love, another touch, another entire conversation"
And then she shut her novel sharply and proposed a new location
And at once, I obliged
Details for a new protest adorn white printer paper flyers
She says, "I feel so old admitting counter-culture makes me tired"
She leads me into the café, her intention is exact
It is 104 degrees, she takes her coffee hot and black
And at once, I am entranced
She suggests we settle down, meaning, settle down for good
She knows the perfect place on Martha Street in her old neighbourhood
and then a taxi sounds a horn and it is full of all our things
And it is parked outside the café and the driver sounds incredibly
Impatient
When we merge onto the freeway, she rolls her window down completely
The driver dials into a station and then she smiles at me discreetly
She says, "I love this song" then turns away and tracks the clouds
The driver curses with conviction while "Heavy Metal Drummer" plays us out