​West Main Street
​
by PD Lyons

It rained the day you left
September
ran like ribbons in the wind

I got a hold of some peanut butter and bread
Found
a bag of pretzels in the living room
Sat
on the front porch and fed

The streaks turned from red to puffs of broken white
The
moon set on a sandy beach with the tide low
And
there was only salt left in the bottom of the bag.