when the only damn sky can’t make up its mind sundown says this whole day is better left behind then and only then when someone else’s cadillac is somewhere on the long road back then and only then
little red bird in a roadside tree call upon his good nature, agree to disagree then and only then when i have wings to elevate and fly over the interstate then and only then
when the color of the clouds is like a rosy glass of wine and at no other time
hubcaps in the sun, shining like the sea shadows have grown as long as they’ll ever be then and only then when from their stations stars do fall in waiting hands to catch them all then and only then then and only then