Blind Date

Vrooming down the avenue
belly sinks with excitement

We charge up the mountain
leaning into a wall of street
catching air on the terraces

Swathed in fog the bay opens beneath

We carve a corner

I remember to breathe

In the golden light this could be Italy

We pull over and watch the sunset with the old bikers
You give me fruit telling me it's not about the perfect job
it's finding yourself and going to work

I cling to you for warmth
purple sky streaks through eucalyptuses

Later in the bar you say we could be anywhere
we could be in Thailand having this conversation
craigslist is like traveling you meet new people
to find yourself