big heavy carry wagon with a deep back lift

will take us there

sea salt glistening in your hair

– windows all blacked out

sweeps along the roads

we once knew so well

I can name these places

one by one

set them out on a chart

but what it is

is wind on the sun

smiles we haven’t seen for years

goodbye to the washed out dreams

dashed against the school yard wall

until your eyes turn blue

and break apart in the ether

like marbles looking for home

to settle on the trinket

they can’t get past