TRUE LOVE’S NOT

Impossible peculiar 

Buzzards soar over rising energy costs

the thing lies dismantled discarded

for the day impossible to penetrate

not expected to

last so long 

over white-hot metal in abandoned gardens.

Break through inaugural demise 

brush smoothly across

tender scar outlines 

worn lightly; 

wood chip poor us a true love’s knot

blown over dusted tops 

to where snap dragons and orchids wink

dreams overheard along power lines

they whisper compressed air

in the brake lines of tipper trucks

carving out each other’s essence

over crushed earth and clay.