Rosy fingered dawn creeps and I smell the life in the air;

Spring.
on
Hilltops above railroad tracks
half inhaling
parliament cigarettes in Joan Jett
concert aftermath we sat.
Cheekbone jarring,
the clenched
thirst,scrub woods alive
jeep paths and sumac
cheap sassafrass
intoxicating as
the mere whiff and
simple hint
of kisses lips
open
skip heartbeat skip.