the alphabet one feels with their fingers to read

we stayed for days
on the underpass

watching mechanical music
fall from the sky

watching cars spill onto
the streets beneath us.

unimaginable colours
marbled across
dashboards and windscreens

you held
all ten fingers

up to the sky

a highway semaphore

i imagined
what radio waves
might haunt
the crisp clean air
around us.

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