across the street
the man across the street
walks tenderly
on hallowed soil
he can’t believe
has space
for him.
Every day
the man across the street
dusts off his two dark gray
top-of-the-line-electric-SUVs,
backs them in and out
of his driveway
each day.
Careful be
the man across the street
to always check
with care the behind
fearful he be that
Life the Trickster
lurks in his shadow
in his blind spot
plotting to turn off the lights
on his dream
of living on free soil.
Fearful be
the man across the street
one day he will awaken
sightless impotent
stranded on a defiled
soil of no hope
Spun out and out of gas
back in those shadowed days,
back to where he was before.
Fearful be
the man across the street,
one day he’ll open his eyes
only to find
His cars were but a dream
that he really wasn’t
the man across the street.
Copyright © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2024
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