Second Avenue

In the experience of a great love, everything that happens becomes an event related to that love. ~ Romano Guardini As I drive by the place you last breathed, suddenly I am just a heart behind the wheel and you, a big blue sky-like lung I cannot see the end or beginning of. There is so much space within your rib cage: I could drive a thousand miles and never leave your love. I pass a corner coffee shop. You always wanted tea, very sweet. A black man in a Yankee cap won’t wait to cross the street. I brake. He expects hostility. I search his startled face. He wears your race and team. I am the heart that needs you blue or brewed or jaywalking. March 2, 2019 Dance of Death Poetry Contest