Escape from the Street
By Cliff Saunders

Street of mine, you can find me in the forest
when you’re ready for your sweet factory of dirt.

I’ll meet you in my sleep. But now I must
follow the shepherd of bees into the woods

as a new grandson would follow his bliss.
You want me, my street, but I’m at a loss

without the glory of rivers and electric blue skies.
You need me, but I plan on enjoying a quiet life

among the stars and old barns. I am saying
goodbye to you. Farewell, my long strand

of misfortune, my worthy adversary. I’m in the garden
of the sky and floating free. Catch me if you dare.