Potholes At 1131

The long driveway Drives home the point Of there being no one at the door Again...how then, and this, once more She shakes her head, no one, no more To greet and give this day it's rest And she'll confess To the worn out smiles She has polished up To help pass the miles Of minutia mingling, ears ringing In crowds that swear they'll recall her name Just the same, she wishes they won't They don't see what's underneath The concrete resolve of standing straight Checking her watch for the now late Blind date that promises unchartered sparks She parks her car in the dirty field Believing it is somehow not real This labyrinth maze through summer haze She's too old to be so young at heart As so starts up the dusty road With a wagon full of her need to unload What has pulled her, thread by thread, undone Another pothole, under setting sun She kicks a pebble from her shoe Imagining what he'd say If he only knew She never knew another's love so true for her Now so confused The pothole deeper by the day Disturbs her drive, her right of way And all roads lead her Badly broken, back to shades of his green eyes Her pothole heart to sympathize