My eyes focus on street cars passing by
though angel unaware who am I or they
why I stare so intimately
for two colors just below the turtle hull
as if seeing the name would change everything
that has been my life
since that merciless march day winds were grey
my mind savours every sweet marmalade sound
from my facination with a strangers voice
is much more than what I don't hear with my ears
this is deep in my heart
a clear-cut accent
of a new englanders charming yankee drawl
dancing smile which seems like flavor to me
with him in all his glory
he gained access to my solitary life
with interest I still see street cars
I kiss this northern married man goodnight
with eyes focused on the road ahead

Sonja Sheryl Kuehnle