Outlines

She’s like a glimpse of a rare sky
on your way back from somewhere shitty
and in a moment she’s rewritten
your whole day.
The power lines run over us humming
through the quiet, and it is silent
down the street where we could see.
The drum kit in a passing basement
was held back by their softer walls,
but if you listened there was a heart beat
and a pulse.

She hasn’t put her makeup on in more
than quite a while, but she decided
this time out requires shadows
in the corners of her eyes.
Again she makes me think of skies
I’ve never seen but know
are out there somewhere.
The fences and the yards that fall
before us as we walk are just the outlines
of what we will leave behind.