I killed the engine but neither of us went for the door
There was no talk to fill the empty footprint of the stereo
No mention of going inside,
No commentary on the clusters of people approaching
And passing and climbing the stairs and knocking
Headlights of passing cars filled the rearview mirror
They projected our silhouettes onto stucco walls
Flickered down window panes where
The confidence of interactions unrestrained,
Of gestures unashamed by strange or sober eyes
Splashed through the cracks,
The missing blades of Venetian blinds
Or the river of light— Widening and contracting,
Widening and contracting—
Cascading down the front porch steps
So we sat there a while
And my head fell to your shoulder
And your head fell to mine
And the calls of our friends
Rang out far into oblivion
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