THE FAMILIAR

  

Peek-a-boo, old friend! I see

you’ve waxed yourself to the full,

beside the right triangle

of the Best Buys store this evening.

 

You dance upon the phone poles

beside me on the highway,

and pole-vault with the aerial

when I turn the steering wheel.

 

Tonight before I doze off,

you’re peering thru venetian blinds,

where shadows stripe the shoulders

of the woman lying next to me.