driving 80 clicks in a hundred zone

in no hurry to get you home

arm around your shoulder

you finally seem comfortable

and I can’t help but kiss your temple

as the lines roll beneath us

too quickly for me

thoughts of our evening play out in my head

how the walk back to the truck seemed so much shorter

even though we took the long way

I was too lost in you to remember where we parked

my arm around your waist as we walk

hip too hip through suburbia

a surreal side street in the middle of nowhere

between two arteries (Victoria and Commercial)

and that quickly we’re at your door

thinking it’s much later than it is

saying goodbye with an embrace

I miss you before you close the door

warning me not to slip on the walk

when all I wanted was to run through the sprinkler

a torrential downpour all my own

and again I drive

alone this time and my thoughts still wander

to my elf banished from the north pole for growing too high

the best present Santa ever brought

a Spanish Indian from Zimbabwe

who couldn’t be any happier

thanks to one mysterious stranger’s curiosity and persistence

have you ever met an angel?