Power Line

POWER LINE Dawn wind off the mountain She loved that cool rag breeze Professor’s daughters wear such nice clothes She once carried his desire to an Eden far away September would chain the border closed He watched her pack her poetry I will text you from Chicopee Three paydays she’s been gone Power line was approved Busses are on the the road Her ghost politely urges move on Hum on the mountain from the power line He tries so hard to keep his heart space clean When he lays his tool bag down, love makes a faint sound along the ridge line from places he has never seen Chalk face full moon rising Silver trees shadowing along the drive Next time tell her she answered all your prayers Her magazines are dead in a pile by the chair Hope comes crawling, some nights it waits on stairs