I

hired

a

coach

to

take

me

from

con-

fusion

to

the

plane

and

'though

we

shared

a

common

space

I

know

we'll

ne-

ver

meet

a-

gain.

The

driver

with

his

eyebrows

furrowed

in

the

rear-

view

mirror,

I

read

his

name

and

it

was

plainly

written

Na-

than

La

Fran-

eer.

I

asked

him

would

he

hurry

but

we

crawled

the

canyons

slow-

ly

through

the

buyers

and

the

sellers

and

the

burglar

bells

and

the

wishing

wells.

With

gangs

and

girly

sho-

ws------

the

ghostly

garden

grows.