in the waiting line

In the cicada's cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.
-Basho

Today the twinkling lights downtown blurred with the fog
I took an extra lap around the square, windows open, to take in the full effect.
Wish there was someone to share these fleeting moments.

I followed you foolishly,
you were in a smokey bar,
we were out til' three...

remember how we used to say
can't stay away?