I Know
the Time in the Road
Donna Dallas
I know the four
landmarks
when I pass them
my soul goes limp
oozes down my legs
wraps around my
ankles
as I think of you
in those dead
fields
unnamed weeds that
never had
a chance
dried to a crisp
stiff browned wisps
of grass
framed your
face
The blind albino
man
at the corner of
Elm
the white
building
with the crescent
moon
longingly hung to
its left corner
the incredible
stone villa
with spray painted
graffiti
that breaks my
heart
how something so
magnificent
can be so utterly
violated
The godawful
mahogany door
cracked and bent
that opens to those
dead fields
I know the time
each day
rolling over the
potholes
tumbling in the
weeds
I know the sadness
in your dead eyes
the silence in your
blue lips
the signals each
day - I saw them
I drove past them
