White Roads Sunday

Submitted by Barry Fentiman Hall

High above the white roads
Hawks dance and screech
Breaking cover over poets
Lost in a stew of rubble
Where the memories of childhood
When we became girls and boys
Are obscured by
Squashed tomatoes and
Spent ammo from Friday nights
We go to tend the gardens
Through fire damage
And fading ribbons
The ways are not clear
Where the weeds hide the barriers
They dig for victory here
Over what I cannot say
The corn is eight feet high
And love and light fades on the old school ties
These are the only certainties
As the hawks court ever higher
And pass through Sunday clouds
Higher
Higher
Lost
Out of reach

Photo Credit: Charles Courtney Curran – The Lanterns