Two Women, Confluence

Two women, confluence
Of unplanned red, hungry,
Eat the same veggie wrap,

Laugh garlic in pedicabs
Along ribbons of sidewalk
Where night has eaten

Half the moon and
Skyscrapers break the rest
Into four shining cloves.

Red whirling women remind
Whole rooms of their feet.
Dancing men confess

In practiced accents, stolen
Beat, they even taste
The garlic in the air.

2013