His chair, his bed
four children and a tree
His chair, his bed
four children and a tree


Can I make out of words
what I wanted to get on film?
Ten seconds of the freight train
rumbling by?
And a boy biking,
his pedal striking
the kickstand loose
and useless?


You can’t get around them.
They wheel their kids with a parent’s eyes,
the road and road forever.