Let's go get a burrito and debate
our favorite pasta shapes
as the crenelated bank
across the way catches the sun.
the late sun, the one that
holds hands with the older trees.
We're not the kind
to exclaim at beauty, so we don't
do anything but notice,
and noticing, shift our conversation
accordingly, to the color
of the capes the Romantics
wore when they flew.
It used to be a walk along the Thames
and boom - pixies frolicking.
Now we walk the strip mall
and attribute strip mall
corner cyclones to...to whom?

-Dan Chelotti, X