because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

Williamsburg Road

urban weeds

East of the city,
there are tall pines standing
scant and sentry, as if they knew
this were the road to the ocean.

Amid dandelioned lawns
and asphalt wasteland, gas
is cheaper, repair shops
like mushrooms:

frequent and lightly
unsavory. On Sundays
at the carwash,
every concrete cave

is full, as though
we could siphon
off the week’s sins
with high-suction

hoses; April
has always been
a month for pollen
and repentance.

10 responses

  1. Oh…this is just a brilliant write IMHO.

    May 20, 2014 at 10:09 pm

    • thank you most humbly, sir. *curtsies nicely*

      May 22, 2014 at 8:17 am

  2. ha. pollen and repentence…as if the car wash could cleanse us…

    May 20, 2014 at 10:36 pm

    • wouldn’t it be nice if it could, tho? *smiles*

      May 22, 2014 at 8:16 am

  3. I retweeted this and called you a treasure. Not hyperbole. Love you and your mighty pen and gorgeous brain, Mosk

    May 21, 2014 at 8:04 pm

    • you floor me, Mosk. truly. thank you. means much to me.

      May 22, 2014 at 8:16 am

  4. turns my mind to rural California…..ahhh, I miss the redwoods

    May 22, 2014 at 12:41 pm

  5. Another lovely piece. I loved the repair shops and carwashes. I can see them so clearly and your twist on them is inspired. Thanks!

    June 4, 2014 at 9:14 am

  6. That be great writing.

    June 4, 2014 at 9:16 pm

  7. hey, i need your digits…got a new phone and just realized i dont have your number…
    plan on seeing you tomorrow…

    June 12, 2014 at 7:05 pm


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