A Different Kind Of Speaking

Golden boulevards 
lined with honey 
locust leaves are strewn 
from curb to curb
like glitter scattered 
in elementary days. 
It sticks to the glue 
of childhood, guiding us 
each autumn with a wink 
of light, reminding us that 
one strong breeze and
a look in the right direction
might soon sweep 
the celestial city
across this very road.