Doppler Affectation

for C.O.

Lovefall lightning,
month-long seconds,
and the thunderclap
of parted paths that
others heard immediately.
I walk these tar-snakes
gingerly and grip
the cigarette between
my teeth,
pulling last drags.

My loafered feet trace
lifelines on the
asphalt of this place
in which I will not stay.
A dalliance, or liturgy?
It’s come to this sure thing:
they intermix; I’d say
they interplay
quite seriously,
as lightning strikes a tree
so close, yet far away.