One object's moving.
The other is not.
The flag waves behind them
As a backdrop.
I hear a complex melody
Bouncing off the leaves
That cling through winter to the dormant trees.
The song is called, "Relative Velocity."

I see a line move across your face,
A smile, a dance, a mystery,
A curvature of space,
Upturned,
But causing gravity.

And how do I love thee?
There's no counting.
There's no doubting.
There's no telling.
There's only the x's,
The oh's, the why 's,
The zzzzzzzzzz's,
And the exponential lift
Into infinity.

-jenn