We Stopped at Perfect Days by Richard Brautigan
Listening to Yo-Yo Ma’s Cello Concerto, Op85 – Adagio. Working in a trance, as another typhoon sweeps through the streets outside. You are already naked, says the voice in my head, there is no reason not to follow your heart. I think I finally know what the future can be like.
We Stopped at Perfect Days
We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something—
This is from Rommel Drives On Deep Into Egypt by Richard Brautigan, published by Delacorte, 1979.
this poem was so surprising! take care.