Morning Air by Jason Reeves

believe(able)

yet / you didn't cry
(i high fived you) in

the parking lot, where good things happen
and

bad people

pass us by.
they wave, like birds,
yawning / shrieking

(in the air)

flying

in happy shades
of

/pink

(below them)/ i sit
meaningless.

and waiting.
i

drove out
of this parking lot

without you,
sitting

on my line.
(good things.) bad ones.


and trees.