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.