The boy walked down the street
With his hat on backwards
A bit of a belly
And fingers busy pulsing a keyboard

Downcast on the pavement
The highway screeching by
Fast moving capsules
A truck rumbles
In the summer grey
Seattle calling
A yellow schoolbus in a dead end
Orange poppies cupped inward

Outside the smell of rain
Wet dust gathering in the air
As the blue lavender sways

Singing solo
My name is Hans
And I am dauntless
A cowboy lost in space
With a drum in my heart
And a beat in my head

Skipped, I pace down the street
Remembering to exhale
I count the petals
And slowly finger the possibility
That lost highways tear through
Cities in the afternoon humdrum

My mind backtracks
To the flowers in the morning
Luscious rose blooming carnal coral
Carnivorous in the odorous softness

I find the dead end
Yellow on black
A diamond in the stillness
I say deliberate
And the book closes
Leaving us all wide-eyed
And hallowed
On a journey to the land of skipped beats
And pulses
In the nevermind of nowhere
Where tomorrow never happens