Poolside eyes
darting discretely
checking his watch
while his wife rambles
He lost his bookmark
She lost him
in the heat of the middle season
Like a low roar building
somewhere beyond the horizon, he heard it
He thought of it later as standing on railroad ties
high on a narrow cliff, bending to the left
He knew the train would be upon him,
ruthless and imminent
He couldn't jump
couldn't climb
and when the locomotive finally blasted before him
He closed his eyes
to find himself
in love
He's looking for an electric girl
One who always has confetti in her hair
and music in her shoes
With neon lace and tafetta jeans
She would be his sign to live
as he rises from dream ashes
