Dundalk Avenue

Dundalk Avenue

There's an avenue
laid out behind me in the rearview mirror.

The fluctuate tumble of dry leaf confetti

celebrates the arrival of my car in the street

And through the windswept shadows

 I smile at their pulse when

 I pass and pass and pass.

Kicking around in the boot is a blue ball

I once found

On a day much like this one.

And I smile again because

I can smell the evening

Stillness settle in the belly of my ears.

and can feel the subtle touch of everything new

brush my cheek and whisper down my neck

that tomorrow

Tomorrow

Will be better.