In Stereo
Listening to things in stereo
with four speakers
instead of two
while my quadraphonic
philosophical
thoughts
simmer
and the light in
my head
shimmers
we sat under
the green
shade
i remember your thoughts
and bubble gum
lips
there was no past so we
never looked
back
we just stared straight ahead
looking into the
future
and i remember thinking
there’s going to be
a poem
there
Note from the Chief Bottle Finder: It’s impossible not to find a million (maybe a zillion?) missed connection poems in New York City or Brooklyn. Why do so many in this tightly packed metropolis write poetic messages in a bottle? Who are these people and what are they hoping for?
