Afternoon In Morrisville

In my cool cave, thinking about Erika
Everything worked out the way it should
They really hooked it up for your boy with the cheese bites
Sack overflowing.

Seeing women I think I’ve dreamed about,
On sidewalks and in driveways; I should turn around
Just see if it’s for real
The universe giving me a shot at anyone.

But what effort does want require, I think
Of long-ago thunder in Chapel Hill
Spoke into the evening
With grief behind the other’s eyes.

At opposite sides heading home
She flashed the lights to wave farewell
And drove on while I waited,
Alone; unable to follow.