The skyline is littered with bridges
(446 of them, you tell me, more than any other city.)
We watch through the window
as the cars pass over them.
(446 of them, you tell me, more than any other city.)
We watch through the window
as the cars pass over them.
The fan slaps the sticky summer humidity back across our faces,
just as sluggishly as the breeze tugs it in.
just as sluggishly as the breeze tugs it in.
A case of Sierra Nevada sits sweating in the corner,
while we sit sweating in our underwear.
The bed sheets dampen beneath our weight.
while we sit sweating in our underwear.
The bed sheets dampen beneath our weight.
We breathe our own salty-sweet humidity into each other
as the sun tucks itself behind the bridges.
as the sun tucks itself behind the bridges.
| — | Felix Casey |
I love the imagery in this poem, the way the skyline is "littered" by human industrialization, the "sticky summer", and the "sun tuck[ing] itself behind the bridges". I like the way the poem starts and ends with a hint of romance between the two people, but the middle is lazy and hot, just filling in the reader with the feel of the day and the surroundings. This poem does not just describe two characters' love, it brings the reader into the room with them. Words like "sticky", "sluggish", and "sweating" use alliteration to take the poem from being simple to using body senses to make you feel how these two characters feel. I think this short poem really packs the punch, you walk away from the poem with an exact image in your mind of this day was like when only these two characters were actually a part of it.
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