Parkway Poem by Joe Bisicchia

Hope you open my heart like a car and drive us so very far but never leave home. Ever since Adam moved about naming, so do we. And it is not so much for simplifying like left or right, south or east. It is for magnifying, so that this design for the world might drive meaning.

And we move, more than just a Mustang, or a Barracuda, or a Colt. A world moves. Seems this latest conveyance, which has been made to keep pace, now honors the maker in evidence just the same, even if forgotten as a name, from Ford to Buick to Chevrolet, and on. So much is forgotten.

Hope you open my heart like a car, and know my maker. Know my start. And then, regarding all names may they not eventually dissipate every nameless me to every nameless you, but rather may we share the way and know it not so much as what we are, but who.



Published by Anti-Heroin Chic,2017