The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009

june 4, 1998

you are celery and i am tomato

and somehow we embrace

as your mother cruises by on a harley

a bustling weekday night in the optometry district

where phone booths swayed with the wind

and a greasy miniature yellow backhoe stared

at us from a restaurant

when the ten-foot clock flew precisely above the

traffic stating the time

you and i shook hands firmly

black pieces of sky fell to the sidewalk

but each became a white frisbee and

flew to hover over passers-by and we

heard the newspaper racks softly

chirp to one another

i am hugging you

and patting your back softly

John Hutton