urban decay

Before the highway

all had been evergreen.

Every road had been the least traveled.

That is how I learned about soul.

The importance of all things old.

How to swerve from the sway of cracks and potholes.

Kicking tires not just a trick.

Kicking cans…

spinning flashlights…

games for misfits.

Before the highway

all had been evergreen.