Silver sickle moonrise
A greeting from a distant friend
Evaporates at dawn
Like a dream about a plunging bus
Tie your shoe on a fireplug
Paint morning sun on your wall
Smile so sweet for your boyfriend
And pause
We had this idea about the future, that the minor exigencies (money, food, shelter) would be readily available. The more pressing questions would be how best to use the dozens of purple crocuses blooming in a courtyard and why discovering them on a chilly and sunless stroll out of the office was so important.
We were wrong about the money.
You can ride your unicycle
To the scene of destruction
Gape at the cascading masonry
Take the tin can elevator
To the rooftop of your youth
And still be scared witless
By a crazed hornet in a plastic bag
We looked for the attic at the top of the stair
The one you remembered being there
But it was walled off now
A two-dimensional car, flat
On the floor, step on the gas
Doesn’t run anymore
Give it up, let it go
At least it taught you how to drive
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