A White Tree

Songs sung before sleeping. Simple deaths dished out in all-night diners. The tunes of tin roofs in the rain. Masking tape faces reflected in our silverware. Could you count this for me? It should be $147 in total. Run now and give it to the man. Rumor has it the roads are all blocked. Take your time. Pull your socks up and dig your heels in. My love lingers over the mountain passes. Real people came here to die. Would you like to meet them? They’d like to meet you. My arms are tired from holding you down. My arms hold months and mothballs. The lifecycle of laundry lint. People we passed on the street. The yellow lights break when we look at them. Traffic comes to a halt. We climb up a hill. There’s an orchard there. A white tree with golden leaves gleams from the top. Buried underneath it is our souls.