To those exploring southern junkyards

The ones accessed by cratered dirt roads

over which you must travel
if you are seeking a particular car chassis
on a certain day in june.
as you walk past gutted one-eyed datsuns
you may see,
at the end of a cul de sac which pours itself into an untamed field,
one million blooming yellow flowers.

and you may be brought to tears at the unexpected beauty of this scene,
and be awestruck and humbled
by your insignificance

as you drive back to sink yourself
into the concave imprint in your couch
and sit in wonder

contemplating the justice
now and always visible
in the enduring impressions
which much simpler,
much more fragile things have made
in this world, in this city, in your memory