This is the old road.

The one they built when
the only thing nearby
was a green hillside.

I’m so high up
I can barely make things out.

The houses and cars and people
could be part of an architect’s model.

Who’s to say if I’m down there with them.
There and here. Both at once.

This is the place I drive to every few months
to watch the world in miniature.

Scanning the streets
for a girl walking quickly away.