Fleeting

As ink spreads across the sky

Rest your head against each other

Four in a row through tilted frame

Minds float in hazy, lazy, heaps

Heat blanketing almost sleeping forms

Until a hand reaches out and feeling sharpens

Hand on glass, cold stretching

A shift causes fellow occupants to align gazes

To haphazard, illogical, steps to the sky

Metal towers engaged to outdo

Each other but failing

Their novelty has tarnished long ago

But the lights within construct a parody of stars

And perhaps they win their ancient rivalry

As they exist undoubtedly more known to us

Then cold and distant stars

The mirror puddles full and round below

Fine, much finer than the asphalt ribbon

On which we travel

To continue thinking in terms of contest

Water triumphs over stone

Movement creates a low hum that

Reverberates through sleepy limbs

And moves the outside world to

New positions, drawing away