the scent of the ocean leaking in the car's open windows,
nighttime whispering its song
as the brakes softly squeal, wheels coming to a stop.
a black silhouette of the whooping crane in the blue-grey
sky and the door is easing open, the tranquility held loosely in my hands. the side
of a dusky highway and i wish you were here to sit here with me.
just listening to our breathing.
the quiet sound of jewel drifting from the speakers, her seraphim voice wrapping around the
increasing darkness
and loneliness is the twilight cupped in my hands.