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Economy parking

You have the fragrance of the daring trip,
dust of the four corners of the world
wreathes your shoulders.

I extend an offering of stability
and intimate knowing of the particular.
I navigate, shortcut,
time to precision,
while you spin tales of the universe.

We kiss in the parking lot
a space of no dimension
not traveling arrow
no anchor bones or stories.

My hands journey far
in search of your stories
my thumb finds adventure behind your ear
I sample the foreign spices, fruits and sweet grains.

You crave now the adventure of landing
nestling into me
rooting your buoyant spirit
to earth.

© 2000 John P. Nordin. Do not copy.

Last modified 5/23/99