remember that day, you and I
restlessly still, unpacked
with
a case of fooled ambition
the brochure plans still intact
spent, the whole weak, hauling cargo:
imported craft from the Old
World
piled neat, in over our heads
excised by customs, taxed
and tolled
when we said, “Enough is enough.”
drove a circle around city
square
left our belonging for the free-way
and set out for not
here nor there
but for a trek East along the river
where the NO-TRESPASS
sign-posts roam
(we go where we want to go
the earth is OUR
home)
beyond the broken city limits
and the post-industrial decline
we touched on a more tender landscape
fastened beneath the rust-belt
line
where by the pink and purple sky
etched forever in my mind
we
atoned for our flawed conception
and embraced in mortal
design