The Window Makes A Silent Movie Out Of Everything

When I watch them
through the plate glass
I forget how gritty the road gets.
The man and the woman dressed in black
follow one another like silent birds.

They light for an instant
at the center strip to catch a breath
big wheels extensions of their torsoes,
then swoop across the roadway,

coming to a gentle perch
at the Robins Doughnuts parking lot.
They convene without words,
embrace,turning to the blank shop window,
then whisk off into the concrete sky.