stopped

enveloped smoke around
a car.
from a manhole underneath
wails its gift.
shivers against leather
there is all the warm of a cigarette.
the metronomes are set slow
in unison
they never touch.

another rhythm kept;
wet mist.
straining to hear--
no, to feel
your hairs come together and drip
your neck
your ear
your cheek.

wiped away steadily on
smooth glass.
a flick and the beams rise
the rain giving them reach.
it's time to go.

your feet are heavy
and your mind sluggish.
and maybe
you sit there a moment longer.