Gregory O’Brien

Romantic Voyage

We took the No.12 to some place
then the 14
somewhere west
of there

this deep in the flowery grass

we gave up waiting
for the No.5
and took the the 23

the crickety mound where the season sings

having missed the No.3
which was early
we managed to catch
the 15
which was late
and took us as far as

one green island, one gas tank, graffitied

that most accustomed of places:
the outermost edge
of things.