Years roll under the tires
gravel crunching on a dirt road
shoes wear out
pants wear out
heart wears thin
and on and on.
The magic is brimming
and has gotten so loud
that dumpsters and stacks of palettes
concrete walls
burnt out cars
are shimmering
singing
you can almost see the emptiness
behind
inside
of everything.
Such a relief.
the bricks drip birds and vines
and roads swim
with vibrant eels.
wires send shoots and flowers into the sky
as rooftops crumble into the clouds.
The steam engine locomotive awakes,
and everybodies backyard reserves
come into play.
There is no sleeping
or dying
this day.