The Street

the street gives

beneath my long strides

under a cloud cluttered

sky, painted blue and white,

with froth and frost

and i know

somewhere you

are under this sky and my

pain returns

while the street gives

a steady pace of reality

that no matter how many

vodka tonics i swallow

and sad songs i listen to

and dollars i give to

those promising to

take away the memory

you’ll be there

mocking each step as

the street keeps giving

and my legs keep moving

and the past remains

behind me, so far away

like i wish

the sky would fade

and the street would

travel to that place

without  the horizons

of you

4.20.02