Sunday drive

we meandered into avenues
instead of the taking the seaside shot
taking the drive to scenes unfamiliar
unexplored territories
knowing what we're missing;
the coastal backdrop of the cloudless
blue and breaking crests of the sea.

in these streets; the rustic tenement
windows and grosteque architecture
construct images of ancillary existence
not part
of the general narrative.

ah, to travel and stop

look around

and get lost in this perplex maze, to

hold to this winding idea, like the microscopic

entanglement of a pretty fabric.

there goes this language evaporating

like ghosts in this static state

into their heavens of metaphor

in the distance the sun retires

declining behind blocks of concrete

an amber glow

a campfire in the impending dark.