The Intersection of 5th and 8th

Enchanted evening on campus

after the hellscape morning drive

to my other campus, behind an 18

strolling down the third lane, backing up

traffic on I-85.

Back up 85

when my workday ended,

home to pack a bag,

remembered my toothbrush,

forgot my pajamas

Nancy’s were a chromey blue,

like a lake in the sun.

Andrew was divine, a treat for eyes, ears, and mind.

In certain light, I could see Kevin

from St. Elmo’s Fire, hear the character

in his voice.

The boys all smitten with Sarah,

one sitting next to her,

another one, a football player

told her she’s steak.

He’s not wrong.

The pub and the Guinness,

the stories, the food, the

amazing waitress.

The laughter.

The scorpion and the speculum,

and wet leather,

the intersection of lives,

connecting.