you walk across a chalky street
to find a man beyond your years
he’s gone wash and then repeat
the joys of childhood and baseless fears.
At the fork in the road you weep
as the older angel cheers.
For you don’t acknowledge the leap
that you’ve been given at your birth
and when the automobile creeps
though you can’t mobilise your worth
there’s a force beyond your feet
called after meta-morphed earth.