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.