Parading

Those you love come at you like lightning,

as if they know the yellow answer:

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims

The scent of her beauty draws me to her place.

into an evening briefly fuzzy.

But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues

Yet we must not

we’re just atoms combining and recombining:

Time, though endless, is also short,

Around the world, all around the world