Rendezvous

Poetry by James Billington

A rendezvous and a miscalculated cafe
Trudging laps along linoleum.
Two-door conversations with the windows cracked
Counteracts the warmth from the vents, from you.
Rolling from the North, double digits fall from the thermostat.
That little white-out wreckage.
Our tryst is ended by the collision of fronts,
I watch you spin and drift and drive.
The evening ends …