Leather worn smooth as driftwood pressed to the curve of her sea carved shore. Later he finds things. Scattered recollections sliding like matter through an expanding universe. Spiraling twin stars, fractured super novas. White hot giants, cooling blue dwarfs.
Faces fall near, grave as planets, attracted by the tug of memory.
He returns to the world unimagined. Alone between taillights, he wonders. Hand to mouth by morning, he draws small promise from the burning breeze. Beer, warm and oblivious, laps its slant of plastic. Football announcers reminisce.