beautiful, you

Beautiful, you
hunched over your screen
look up, look at the lady besides you
she’s wearing a jacket of the most speckled blue
and that man has a turtle neck under his suit
hair salt and pepper sprinkles next to a woman so grand, so regal
with paisley-pink flamingo nails, fake, gripping the butternut-squash baby
who is staring at the woman with the peacock hat
who is staring back.

We spin so often in the same circles, flying now
the grass is all patched like a quilt, green and brown
bronze and brunette, we tilt, and suddenly the wide Mississippi unravels
before us, glinting, rows of parked cars, soccer fields
skimming over the golden tops
of trees.