Lost Wig Talk
Light night on the mountain:
Soft evening, colors, yellow and green,
Playing down through the windows,
Through us—
To the dog in the back seat
Leans his head out the window, —
At the wind, —
Blowing through your hair this night
Even not only your hair, some
Just covering that side you shaved —‘Like everyone now’
My isn’t the night slow like its own fog tonight:
Us flying off the mountain in a fast car
When the sun is going
down,
fast,
And so do we:
The windows left open
And the dog in the back seat
Leans his head out the window, —
At the wind, —
Blowing through your hair,
Your yellow and green hair.