Monday, July 13, 2009

Last Night

We walked under the sparkly balls of the atomium
past a creek
and into a forest.

Ten years ago
I would've called it "enchanted".

A woman in a cupcake dress sang like bjork,
while men played jazz.

She sang and we bought coffee and pie.
We drank coffee
and ate pie
and she sang.

It was night, and strung lights charmed me.