Something had gotten into her:
fall air, maybe. Her legs accepted
bright sunshine–winter in its wake–
her smile wouldn’t be banished.
What have I done?
She thought, knowing power
of simple smile when heart, soul
attached were sincere, happy.
Enthroned he, on black truck speckless,
skinny legs like pretzels wrapped under guitar.
Music emitted for her to bathe in,
surf cresting eardrums’ sandy shore.
She chastised herself for wave goodbye to
he in musical paralysis, hands faithful to
guitar strings. Powerless but in smile, folded
up edges of brown beard, eyes dancing.