by William A. Greenfield

no matter the distance of
your journey a time will

come when all things will go
in reverse like a wagon

wheel spinning not as
it appears to be

you might slip in something
conceptual from 1973

and keep it handy like bubble
gum at your bedside that

never loses its sweetness
you might aspirate a dream

about this girl this goddess who
tossed you aside and now you

are this handy young man that
manicures her lawn and paints

her kitchen the time will pass
but all that you are will

be at the riverfront smoking
weed and watching Rayfield

dance to something high on
the charts tomorrow will

become yesterday and
yesterday will become those

nights behind the factory those
nights you were sweet to me

William A. Greenfield is a writer of poetry, a part time public service worker, a fairly good poker player, and a fairly poor golfer. He resides in Liberty, NY with his wife, son, and a dog; always a dog. Winner of Storyteller Magazine’s People’s Choice Award in 2012, William has had poems published in dozens of literary journals, including The Westchester Review, Carve Magazine, The East Coast Literary Review, and many others. His chapbook, Momma’s Boy Gone Bad, was published in February 2017 by Finishing Line Press.