She can make a wish by moving
the clasp of her chain to
the nape of her neck.
It's a thing girls can do;
they teach it to each other.
From below and off to her left,
I spend most of the second half
with my neck all twisted around and
watching her watch the game.
It might be acrylic but her sweater is certainly blue
and a ragged flash of 14k electro-plate
suits it pretty well, I think.
Meteors, cars with one headlight,
heart-shots, and money
are the kinds of things
boys wish on when they wish they had girls;
we figure it out for ourselves.
In line at the snack-bar buying Bomber Dogs
I saw some kind of large, black bird fly through the lights
on its way back into wilderness
and in its mouth it carried a loop of dime store gold.
I made a wish;
I made a really big wish.