Also, one last thing, the poem - as poems are wont to do - took a turn as I was writing it towards the end. I hope you enjoy the twist.
Hope you like it!
Love and Lyte,
The Long World Under Wet Pavement
Wet pavement turns asphalt into a portal
where green lights are the Emerald City
where amber glow and red become
shining lance and flags of war,
The world under the pavement is
fraught with an evil
that has a face and a name and
does not hide behind the broad
swath moniker 'terrorist'.
Were I able, I would latch on to the
invisible fire pole connecting world
to world and slide down
or up or in
and take my chances.
I must remember, when
I see this other world,
that rain washes the debris away
the grime we've put there
so that we might see things as they are.
Knowing this makes seeing the endless
all the more confusing.
Because I might just readily accept