Solarpunk, a Poem by CS Crowe

Some day

An old man and an old woman

Will hold hands on the deck at sunset

The old man breathes deep and asks

Do you ever miss it? The smell of the interstate? 

The rumble of car exhaust on the streets? 

The trickle of fumes rising from gas stations? 

In the distance, thunder rumbles; rain comes

Children play in the streets while they still can

The asphalt, cracked and pitted and overgrown

With weeds and wildflowers, has known only

The rubber of their soles and their laughter 

For years, she says

Some day

An old man and an old woman

Will hold hands on the deck at sunset

The old man breathes deep and reminisces

Sentimental for the smell of diesel and gasoline

While they watch the bumblebees and the lovebugs

Dance amidst the wildflowers; a cool summer night

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CS Crowe is a poet and storyteller from the Southeastern United States, he believes stories and poems are about the journey, not the destination, and he loves those stories that wander in the wilderness for forty years before finding their way to the promised land.