the stars burst open
      the tall grasses flutter we lie awed
        and smile as birds reach the summits of chimneys
        
        
            gratification
          Saturday comes easier every week
            we lie staring as the sun breaks on rooftops
          on passersby unaware
              and while the roads are worn
              the tires squeal inanimate
              the fisherman sits a few feet away, calmly aware
              

and of her presence i'm aware
  she breaths calmly
    the colors vivid, she blinks twice
      three times, gently
        soreness relieved
  and the water lies tranquil
    the words come easily
      their meanings askew, unimportant
        imagination sometime realized
    I fall asleep, content, my head in her lap
      the highway's drone forgotten lullaby
        and the water stirs
          tiny waves crashing on concrete
            receptive