On the street where she lives

 August 25th 2014 

I hear by one time best friend's voice singing as I drive up the street where she lives,

His favorite song which has since become mine like a Broadway recital in words I get to play the role of the man wearing the gray top hat too scared to stop even for a stoplight since this is not a street I meant to drive on cast here by chance Force to Bear witness the water tower shopping center before passing the church and then her home,

On my way to a place where she is not terrified I might see her first bird like in a window high up smoke billowing from her lips as if she was a dragon my friend's voice growing louder in my head about the street where she lives because I cannot drive faster I must adore it bumper to bumper traffic light after traffic light until inching forward I have gone past and resisted even the remote temptation to stop or stand there looking up to be there on the street where she lives draw there by faith or accident just as I was with all things started me still on the street where she lives