Breathe! 

In empty awareness

   Of silk striped cement highways

    Of oil cans and bent rims

      Tired worn out tired

 Piled to the signs

    By the fences with green plastic

     Chain link days 

        With candy wrappers 

     And empty Dr. Pepper plastic bottles

 We stole checks from mailboxes

    And bought what would take us away

   In an abandoned rock store 

     We sat and talked

     Of Covid and what there was to eat

    The night was cold and we slept in an old car 

Named Tomorrow