Dignan Porch Sad Shape
All your learning that
Is fated to fade
Grows invisible
And casts a sad shape
Legs that have been on a million walks
Negotiate the street
And carry the dirt
Your ragged coat
And home-cut hair
The sacred bus ride
To who knows where
Your pale kids arms
And plastic shopping bags
Face destinations
Determined
The saturation rise
Pulls pixels apart
Atomic space
Widens and bursts
A single step
Takes you over a mile
One basic thought
Takes over an hour
