Chasing A Greyhound Poem by Kelly Boutin

I chased a Greyhound back to the past,
fell asleep on a bus.
I hoped I would somehow last
‘till I was old enough.

I got off at a place called ‘Willoughby, "
but the willows had already died.
I followed the bed of an empty stream
where the river had long ago dried.

I found a U-haul dead on the road
dusty and dirty with time.
Hoping I could somehow find a home,
I climbed inside.

I dreamed of a place of serenity
by the riverside.
Using broken bricks I built a dream
that's stronger than time.

So I'm chasing a Greyhound back to the past,
turning around my life
and I'm chasing that Greyhound right off the map,
to a dream before it died.