trip

one eye on the road, too
eyes
on the feet because you have them
she groans
why does the sun shine so
me whistling as if
i could
grow
i sing by note un—
noted
fluting around lakes that smell
like beautiful cow—
excitement
is in heel or skip
she waits at the other end of
the bridge
more winding &
long gravel paths up ahead
for our knees
to kiss