Fire Exit

Written by: Indio Ramos


Half between 
          five
          and
          six,
I was on that same 
old stairway, adoring 
your air.

You were standing against kettle people.
You were waiting for the next rocket bus.
You were radio-free and mob-less, as usual.

Half between 
          six
          and
          seven,
I strummed my 
frustrating romances,
adoring your air,
though you’ll be 
far, always.







Ca. 2006