on my mind

on the radio
like saturday morning, or tuesday,
i heard you singing boy from decades away

hold my breath
lose my head

my hand
is loose
with summer

to stay afloat you hit the high note

beautifully

we met on a monday, i think, or friday
and landed on the wood floor like flowers
my arm around your waist.

holding my breath
losing my head

my hand
was loose
with summer.

we called out for one another, you know,

dollar bills.
a foot comfortably in your shoe.

colliding boats hit just the right note:
not exact, maybe, but correct.

like saturday morning, or tuesday,

with georgia on the radio.

and me: i'm humming along.