Big Time


Aglow like two embers

Basking in the glory of their fire


Under the skylights, under the elms

"Where are we right now?"

South of the sun 

West of the moon


He says she's a Minnesotan at heart

Though she's all ocean

And knows nothing about manors


But it's big time love

Where fingertips light the grass on fire

Growing long under the underpass


Warm wind sweeps the streets

Before the thunderstorm