I can't help but add that this too seemed futile
in the face of the mad dash to the express line
as if dilly-dallying were suddenly last year.
And I suppose I should have told her
about the entrapment of overnighting
about the green intrusions
the upheavals
the seductiveness of certain minor undulations
which though exciting in a WOW! kind of way
are nothing but brittle stopgaps
shell game hawkers of the worst kind
and about how in a pinch aliases can help stem the tide
despite the evidence proffered by onlookers
who for all the wrong seasons are in it for the dough.
I can see now that she was more interested
in complementary colors
their late night offset arguments
the curious way in which they align themselves
when threatened.
I guess it's not all that surprising.
Perhaps someday she and I will be able to talk eye-to-eye
tweak the inevitable
maybe even make a dent in the bewilderment
that's been following us around
like some pathetic mutt with its tail between its legs.
