aching at the stoplight

there’s little mystery

except in everything

(looking closely, of course)

like: I know the curve of his face

and the tune of summer night’s birdsong

but I can’t explain

why some waves turn right away

while others flatten like lizards under sun;

mostly I want to understand

where people go in their heads

and can I sometimes go there too?

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