Mary Walker Graham (Boston, USA): "Kissing in Cars"

I can't find my keys,
lighter, wallet; I've lost my
arches in the dusty windows,
way in the cathedral grasses,
naming things: heavy/slow
eyes smiling, even in sleep,
steam rising from the grates,
even on a warm day. Not that
I understand it, but I wanted
to buy a yellow dress;
I wanted the streetlights,
blinking once, then not anymore.

c. Mary Walker Graham 2007