Tulip Road

Do you think that you’ll make it

to Tulip Road?

Or are you just driving to drive

driving right by

in the fog

with your headlights obscured by some other flower?

Though their petals are closed,

your ghostly partner

pleads to step on the brakes.

But no brakes for you.

Each stem snaps in the wind

of your hasty retreat,

tilted finally to the earth,

heavenly reach thwarted,

a failed mission

muted

for good.