We got the asphalt sealed last weekend.

   Mel likes the job done when it’s temperate.

One might say, “We create environments of change.” Another, perhaps, “It’s important to be a community.”

They’ve got dozens of tithes without influence placing bets on the circumference of their dreams.

I think maybe I’ll just drive away. Write: “I love you more than ______.”

   in crayon next to a piece of lime. 

But, I’m barely awake and these strings can’t open anything.

The curb that runs down Main Street shines bright in the sunset. You walk down the ‘Welcome’ mat and covet the pillow candy. Sitting in the corner booth we stare at the highway.

It’s almost endless until it changes.  

When the sulphur lights start to flicker.

Their grass becoming wheat.