GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
You took it for granted …
just assumed Memory Lane
would forever remain
your Yellow Brick Road
overlooking, way back then, those
sleepy seeds borne on the winds of
time, sowing themselves in between
the cobblestones, and then…
all those little spearheads, the crabgrass
unsheathing itself up underfoot, choking
the undergrowth of Memory Lane in
an overgrowth primeval… and now
you’ve gone missing in the outback of your
own hardening cerebral arteries… all your
Hansel and Gretel breadcrumbs disappearing
like hourglass-sand down the little rabbit holes
and you, needing a damn machete to hack
your way in circles through the foliage of
your own life’s back pages… unable to find
even the forest hiding behind the trees…