1948

The idea, the busted
Skating rink on the edge of two
Highways, a spit of road
Good only for farmer stands
And the worst case scenario of sprawl

I have love for those stands
And for the heat that goes into time
About love and friction
How much is there to say

The intensity of a narrator's kiss
Between scenes at the haircut mall
Is a reprieve from time
The produce enjoys no such stay
So fire up the range for boiling

Later we can skate on the slop
The uneven freeze of spring