Lustered

Children building freeways beginning at an old age.
Babies making babies being raised by pages.
Grandmas hurdle white fences to ride
paths paved by people they’ll never care about
in the fast lane
slowly
squinting through steering wheels
all the way to space.

Blinker’s been on.

Watching it for hours.

Seconds, writing stories seamlessly ‘til evening hours.
Letters lending leeway to foreign words for pages.
Grandpas leap through new fences to coast
roads raced by people they used to dream about
in the fast lane
slowly
looking past lustered dashes
all the way to space.

Blinker’s been on.
Perched on a barstool in this tapestry parking lot.