detour

it's an orange sign.
detour.
a disembodied man
in a hard
hat
waves his limp
arm
and points to the gravel
road you
must take to
get to where you're
going.
the sun is a pad
of butter
melting
the sky into pink,
a flowery
taffy of yellows
and rose.
what dreams are there
in this man,
behind those shaded eyes,
in you
that have yet to be
fulfilled?
when do you drop
the hope and accept
the road
for what it is.
detoured.