INDIETRO

by eric odynocki

 

After Tiziano Ferro

 

This was before she left you.

Somewhere between Ages.

 

We skimmed the Adriatic’s edge

on that ancient highway, capsuled

 

in your black Fiat with hands

out the window to grasp tendrils

 

of summer night air, unbridled

in its softness. Song on repeat

 

where the closer his search

for her comes to its end, the farther

 

she steps away; how the world,

in its vessel of time, glides ahead

 

while she dashes in perpetual

reverse. Perfect soundtrack to our

 

quiet rebellion, our indulgence

of this loophole in chronology’s

 

harness, as we hurdled

toward something infinite.