Some day soon
I’m going to drive out of this city.
Out to where the roads
shrug off their asphalt
and go back to gravel and dirt.
Out where street lamps
haven’t yet outnumbered
oak trees, and the only
moving lights are fireflies
instead of high-beams.
Once I’m there,
I’m going to pull over
to the side of the road,
look up at the sea of stars
and scoop up a bucketful
to bring home to you
and show you what you’ve
been missing all these years.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
