Seven Hills Road

by James Babbs

I’m thinking about the girl
who lived on seven hills road
the one with the yellow hair
she kept a loaded gun
underneath her pillow and
that was a million years ago
but I’m flying past her house
driving in my old car
out on seven hills road
where the city ends and
the sky opens up and
you can count all the stars
and you can wish upon
every one of them
you can waste your life
waiting for them to come true
out on seven hills road
with nothing better to do