tiny babies
little highway veins
working together
w/ shiny carburetor lungs
defying the unimportance
of everything
young enough still
to regard each footstep
as a holy mission
brand new summers
wait to pick you up
at the train station
you take a seat
next to the days
you’ll remember best
(from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)
Multiverse Johnson 