Taking a left
swinging
the green monster
around the turn
speeding up so
the force hugs
me tight to
the curb
when I realize
too late
that it’s your
street I’ve
turned onto
with the houses
all the same
cars the same
yards dogs pedestrians
as there were
seven years ago.
Rounding the slight curve
half-way down the
street and
it’s in view.
The hulking
metal mass
rusting and rotting
in the driveway.
I didn’t understand
ever
why you kept
that boat
around.