There were so many gems I left
At the base of the treasure chest
Of the cul de sac near
My childhood's creek.

And to speak of this would not fit
Inside the puzzle of propriety
So now I must turn away
From the trespassing sign.

And clean from my shoes the prints
Of a careless stroll's fingertips
Of the obstacles overcome
In our afternoon grass.

We got our Vitamin D
You were my energy
And we kissed sometimes wondering
Why we hadn't before.

While I thought we got through one storm
The good was just you on my arm
While the world could see what color
My upper drawer advertised.

You babysat bits of moss
As the sky and I'd sit and talk
About why the minnows had to die
At the hands of our squares.

Why the government had to tear
Through the one spot that hummed its peace
Like the blind busker mumbling
Melodies for some bread.

I said, "Oil's the lord of land
It's why our field sputters sand
And our Mecca preaches peasantry
Against its own will."

But you laughed all my thoughts away
Said, "Don't let it become your day,"
You wrote that in my book of ends
To cement the point.

We shared a sofa of leaves
And stared up into the trees
Knowing how the end of us
Looked on nature's sheet.

Since our school days had found their dusk
And hitchhikers on a bus
We pretended we'd meet again
Where the dirt met the creek.

But feelings were obselete
Expired with my warm drink
The vestigial organ
I'm still trying to lose.

Because we beggars will never choose
We belong to the streets
We charmed for food
And the creeks where we washed our souls
Will always be ours.

So when new blood shows on the dirt
I don't let its smell singe my nose
Turning my back on marks
We made in the ground.

'Cause new ripples replace our old
New sprouts in the fields we mowed
And even we will replace
Our places so dear.

So there is no future there
At least not in my sphere
And when we all die
There will be towers
On all our dirt roads.