Rainbows & Roadways:

Where the sidewalk ends, how slick you are

like rainbow patches on a wet roadway

And before the crossroads begin,

You hold my heart in your hands

On the shoulder, soft and white grasses grow

The crimson sun is cloud-covered

the moon-bird perches on a nearby telephone wire

I am going to make my own tracks,

like whiffs of peppermint tailwind.

Let us leave, not wishing to follow in your footsteps

On white reflector dark street bends

Past pits and potholes

asphalt yellow dandelions grow measured and slow, going to make my own tracks

And dare to set my own pace where the chalk-white arrow goes

Where the sidewalk ends, how slick you are

like rainbow patches on a wet roadway

Yes, not foraging a path more like forage ahead,

Let’s walk by slow,

we'll go where feeding my soul with thoughts are forested

Children leave impressions, marking up concrete with doodles

Where the sidewalk ends, how slick you are

like rainbow patches on a wet roadway

& imprints on bruised hearts