Exit Sign

Roundabout
If you take a right-hand turn
down the left-side avenue
behind the back-street alley
across the center roundabout
Of my achy-breaky heart
You’ll spy two children
sitting on a park bench
toes digging into sand
eyes gazing up at stars
Hands traversing mile-like
centimeters of plywood
Stumbling on splinters
and tumbling towards each other
pausing, then halting, at fingers

Trepidation keeps hands apart



Miles Apart
He called it fear
She called it love
They lived with walls
and miles apart.