Late

Another car passes deliberately

as you weigh in on the length

of the walk. You promised

an on time arrival

and pick up the pace,

a leftover bottle of lemon liquor

about to spill down your shirt.

Another car passes

as it starts to rain.

This was a bad idea

even in daylight

outstretched arm soaked

with carnival debris.

The lights of the arcade flicker

as you pass

cannot help but look

you were once there too

thin and high from the fumes

of  traveling roller coasters.

Everyone inside looks out

at the whistling bottle

strapped to your back.

You look away

and continue on.

© 2012 d.c.p.