"Dusty Streets"

“Dusty Streets”

he thinks he is sanitizing the streets
that run through his mind,
the now empty routes his life has taken,
far and ever away from the corner where he sat
so long ago, each day wishing he were a poet,
or at least had a friend
sitting on the pavement,
where when he was young he often wondered where life is at, what is the point?
now he finds himself wondering the very same
things, asking the same questions he had asked
so long ago,
realizing he has learned nothing since then,
that all he can do is miss her,
he wishes he could move back to the country,
but not just any country, her country, the one
she lives in, where he could understand where she is coming from, what corner does she inhabit now?
what country is in her head?
would she let him cross the borderline?

© Sam Hyde
10-17-09