The Avenue South

 “...the unenticing sky has 

an avenue south.”

Inexplicably 

I awoke with the phrase howling

in my pillow.

Its echo took an hour to fade.

Spent the day digging

dandelions out of the lawn.

I’d heard they were

the wrong kind of beauty

so I killed them with a trowel.

While I worked,

I heard Bruce Springsteen

sing that he would meet me

further on up the road

and I thought of that

long, wide avenue south

and how one day

we might stand there

you and I

a single yellow shadow

against a green dawn.