Agronomy Road

There’s a distinct lack of bonhomie
on Agronomy Road,
the windows look pained
the crosswalks sullen,
hooded students slouch by
in a smart phone trance.

and the sky….

the sky is so tired of poetry
that it openly defies description.

I feel the urge to emit a cri de coeur

Laissez le Bontemps roulez
I shout
from the window of my Subaru Forester
let the good times roll,

let the good times roll
on Agronomy Road.

(Author’s note: No languages have been intentionally harmed in the making of this poem)

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