A Tale as Tall as Time,
A Portrait of Familiarity
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Riding a bus
reflections from
a row ahead
the expression
of all that passes.
Strangers, their
entire lives float
in a dinghy nearby.
The bus slows
reminding
passengers of
their progress.
Stand for departure,
she turns
their eyes meet,
and both know
they’ve arrived.
Doors open
onto the next,
hers in a blind
kissy scene you’d
think only happens
in movies. The
bed makes itself,
candles know
what to do,
The Kenny G
obeys, passion
dims the sun,
the animal
kingdom a hush,
but for a few lions
standing by to judge
the climactic roar.
He also finished.
The score is in.
Invisible hands
offer a smoke and
do the honors,
galaxies far
far away
sense satisfaction,
and the race
was won.
Life takes
a bow.
Letters of Measure 