Walls

- William J. Gibson -

you were late and the bar was almost empty

the rain falling hard against the glass wall

the street turned into a fish tank

and the people and cars became fish

across the road the smokers made smoke bubbles rise

I had been looking forward to my drink

all day and thinking of your mouth smiling

the need bubbles up

the snow walls collapse

the lake ice cracks and the bay begins to breathe again