Grace Avenue

Without the "future"...

Grace Avenue

She rocks me

waves of asphalt
undulating

flexible--
the once hardened,
crystalized

now
reyouthed

juvenile playfulness
holds nothing to its form

crayons melt on lightbulbs,
don't  you know?

and bring brilliant colors,
solid into liquid,

transformation is normal

crusty earth into mudpies,
sandcastles built up all day long
only to be stomped and jumped upon joyfully
into ditches and waterways

in one wave,
melting all,
as the tide comes in

comes in, comes in
as it does

just like thoughts
and feelings feelings feelings
only to go,
you see,

ask any child

tears come and go
as the sun and moon follow each other
round and round and round
up and down and down
and up
goes the street, the scraper
to fall

it must
you know

the Way
The Way
the way
transformation is normal

holding on to any thing
is like trying to put brakes on the earth,
Child,
take your flagpole out of the ground
lift up your heels

and watch, honey,
as your skin
sheds itself

something
wonder full
is happening
happening

hap pen ing

Grace Avenue,

without a "future"
i ride
this
"moment"
a rising

what is
it?