Hardhat like a tangerine
upturned in the dirt. A tangled tree,
a coiled fluorescent flag
Was there anything that you dreamed of being?
Laughter. Right, right.
When people anticipate on something like that
This station stop is Rahway.
The gently etched grid
studded with cars like slumbering lizards
The budding branches intersect
a green-wrapped wire
a pile of petals waist-deep
Flowers are for everyone, my father said
taking the handful he will give my mother
wrapped in green yarn
The Chowder Pot the Players Pub
its rainbow resolutely Irish
some leprechaun loving its fish