City
high-rises loom like gravestones
against
an August moon blasting radio tunes
off
teeth of the Sierra Nevada.
Geek
and Dork drive Eighty into San Francisco Bay
crossing
bridges, waiting for the next quake
along
the faults of saints.
Neither
felt a river move until one night
a
skylight fell during a long slide show
of
mythic meteors.
It
was love at first shake and ever since
they’ve
been looking for repeats
in
syndication.
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