Devon Avenue

Glancing,
The wind blows suddenly
A strawberry plant sits on the windowsill
I think of you
The voices of people on the street
Reflections in storefront glass
Window shopping on a budget
I can’t afford to look away
The lake is still and beautiful
You don’t hear me at first when I call your name
A journey of 300 miles begins with goodbye
At a booth alone in the lowlight
Missing the last train home