The Taxi

When I go away from you
The world beats dead
Like a slackened drum.
I call out for you
against the jutted stars
And shout into the ridges of the wind.
Streets coming fast,
One after the other,
Wedge you away from me,
And the lamps of the city prick my eyes
So that I can no longer see your face.
Why should I leave you,
To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

~By Amy Lowell. I like the feeling of poignancy captured in this poem without saying much at all. The description of the stars as "jutted" and the "ridges of the wind" is so haunting.

A trailer by the sea

She says, "Baby, I been thinking 'bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to Mexico...
you, the cat and me.
We'll drink tequila and look for sea shells.
Now, doesn't that sound sweet?"

~From "Jessie" by Joshua Kadison. Such an idyllic life painted in 4 lines...