Fleeting
As ink spreads across the sky
Rest your head against each other
Four in a row through tilted frame
Minds float in hazy, lazy, heaps
Heat blanketing almost sleeping forms
Until a hand reaches out and feeling sharpens
Hand on glass, cold stretching
A shift causes fellow occupants to align gazes
To haphazard, illogical, steps to the sky
Metal towers engaged to outdo
Each other but failing
Their novelty has tarnished long ago
But the lights within construct a parody of stars
And perhaps they win their ancient rivalry
As they exist undoubtedly more known to us
Then cold and distant stars
The mirror puddles full and round below
Fine, much finer than the asphalt ribbon
On which we travel
To continue thinking in terms of contest
Water triumphs over stone
Movement creates a low hum that
Reverberates through sleepy limbs
And moves the outside world to
New positions, drawing away