America moving slowly
outside my window
twisted, rusted skeletal systems
graveyards strewn about-
me, living
alone for the
first time in years
finally noticing
the dogwoods dotting
the dense, blurred forest
outside my window.
A change in focus brings
an honest reflection;
my face over
everything I see-
A slight smile,
I notice, become embarrassed,
bite my lips.
two seats over
lifting her hand
still in his, to his
lips, smiles, kisses
her fingers and looks
out the same
window as me
