the endless skyway / Elle Provolo

the endless skyway

Elle Provolo

this is not an american love affair, i tell you.

you shake your head as if the founding fathers

have told you profound secrets of the invention of

baseball and the sweetness of apple pie during the cruel summer.

i ask you to look at your reflection and see the stars in your eyes, feel the way the fireflies see

you as an open jar,

while i sit alone with the crickets.

the only red white and blue i know are my skinned knees my numb lips and the way t

he sky stares at me through hidden clouds; this country was made for you.

pledges are affirmations for a man that doesn’t exist,

pleading for a relief from borne destruction,

an abuse of freedom.