Breezeway

Johnny-'Cross-The-Alley
made a courting coach there,
the sight of his loveseat swing
open to anyone who cared
to hang out their window.
His old, old ma's lilac
and snowball bushes could not
outdo the five and dime perfume
emanating from the pores
of his girls. No one can say
that I didn't see it coming,
he said to his old, old dad
as they left one morning
together with metal
lunchboxes in their hands.