Chasing the summer sun at dusk
Bouncing red and white off the awning of the trees,
The boundaries of life are laid out unadorned,
Like syrup dripping from hardwood
Fountains of hickory, alder and birch.
We all know what we want.
It’s just that everyone does not know where to find it.
The thick air sighs.
The streams fade away.
The windows at the edge of the road
Make the case for driving on.
