Good Morning

Distinction of your scent,
floral and humanly warm,
and your head turning your
eyes to see mine, in the morning

crossing the highway bridge
where, so early, cars under,
go home, or to work,
or where else? Elsewhere.

The air of our exchange, then,
given by breath or simply
atmosphere. I look for you,
later, in the imperceptible

breeze, now--scent or memory
exhaled and given to the
world where I got it, with
you, and hope to find again.