#2130 - the road

 

2130

6.302

30.x.25

the road

 

all feet, all wheels

dust when unmud

or the grass grows over

 

signs along

and the central ellipsis

leading along, showing apart

 

the friendly road

all waves and waving back

 

straw wove

 

so many dogs

and a dead one too

 

how lines meet where they shouldn’t

often the whole structure leans

 

a coconut pluck and sway

 

a motorbike high up in the tree

 

does this tin ever die

 

goes humbler and humbler

 

here are the ruins of what’s yet to be

 

lower to the ground here

never quite

but always with

 

some wind will one day

as for now

we fossil on

 

the all horn road

and out of my way

but with a kind of courtesy

everyone takes their time

takes yours

 

imagine them all cheering us

and the flags to wave

 

the road because of them

because of them the road