i drive, glowing, over the cratered surface
of Cleveland’s streets — starlight skimming
lunar landscape — and your presence lingers
on my skin’s sweat, my smiling lips

when i turn the key my previous selection 
of public radio restarts — unbidden — and our
experience echoes in the jazz-on-non-traditional-
instruments, syncopated violin oboe flute

i cried, once, on this short journey, eyes
heavy with joy and transience and starlight
and jazz and the lens of these tears revealed love
covering the world like sparkling snow

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