Do you remember the sound of this morning?

It was all construction cars and horns
all children bikes and flourescent lights
it was grey clouds settling over a red sky.

do you remember the sound

her engine cheering, her eyes--grey
the cloth of her gloves on the plastic wheel, her belt
the wind, that held her in
the sound of saliva on her tongue, wet lips

do you remember that display

It was yesterday, a year zapped passed
from that morning on the poarch
watching the sky turn red from grey then grey again
watching her eyes turn red from grey then grey again

sitting, i was, on that sunrise poarch
when i heard the crunch
the silence
the news.

A year hense and look where she is now. In another country. On another hill. Up again.