above the broken dunkin'
donut promises
high over the fruitless dollar trees
and guilty arches
spreads a largely
forgotten sky
when i was young
it was my second home
oz was on the other side
or aliens
or angels at least
heroes fell from the sky
to walk and fly among us
i scrape and bow over the earth
but it's been ages since i've given up prayer
i assume the sun and moon still number one
there may be fewer stars but
i don't count anymore
today i caught the reflection of
my old home in a puddle
and bent to remove
the rusted nail and corroded penny
cleared the leaves and gravel
then stood proud
of my handiwork
staring down into a perfect clear sky
