CFCF, Invitation To Love
It’s one a.m. and I’m in the fast lane
the carpool lane is lonely
and I keep thinking, “if only”
I want to exit here,
for the chance to see,
it’ll only raise my heart beat
to see you smoking outside in your work clothes.
We used to be in the carpool lane;
drive-thrus, park swings, travelling
In the fast lane,
get me home before 3.
But i’m in the fast lane,
with nothing but a phone in the passenger seat.
The headlights blind me
as the water extends the light like sun rays in a cave.
from The Burmese Harp / ビルマの竪琴 Biruma no tategoto (Kon Ichikawa, 1956)
A photographer captures some festival goers in the Woodstock forest