Washing
Widowed words
Left by
Persnickety poems
Off the back window
Of my car

They glide
Down the metal
Fall
Past tires
And
Silently splash
On the concrete

Escaping
Through the cracks
And staining
The driveway
Like a kiss
On a frail white paper
Next to where you
Sign your name
Sincerely

Disordered sentences
Cover the path
I cross
Everyday
To get to
-No better place than-
Home