Untitled - June 6, 2004

It's red light
green light,
fast and slow -
the breaths spaced apart
for just the right moment
to break.

Every flicker
to the mirror
reveals a glimpse of red -
puckered into a silent "O"
of pleasure.

In an odd rhythm
of pleas and thanksgivings,
travelling across town
takes on new meaning
as the yellow doors
open to reveal
a single moment
of absolute calm.


#3 of the Taxi Cab Confessionals Series