along the way

Before the snows of spring, those brief moments of warm on cold

We trick our geography and take the alleys

searching for treasures

bits of bent metal

seeds from last years pumpkins

all hidden behind in the quiet

Look there how the bricks hide an old door

three that old green glazed

spray paint and markers

in the sunshine transform dumpsters

green buds pushing through old

and wintered brown

a tangle of vines

accented by scraps of paper.

We take these walks

escaping from our known city

mixing memories and invention

a new city

wait is that the ocean just behind that building

secretly I hold my breath and wish it was.