Swale Channel Chariot

I am Phaethon

of Victory Heights.

Two dogs

on the leash

and

a red skateboard

bear me through

the suburban swale streets

back between the lake

and the highway.

In the morning quiet

the sun is still yawning.

On the dewed asphalt

the rusty trucks gargle

ball bearingly

to the ride cymbal ting

of dog license clapping.

The falcon chicks 

in the hollow top fir

have fledged

and flown.

They whistle-chirp

stinging notes

in the treetops.

Maybe I'm Thor

on rubber tired chariot,

goat driven

by Ava Tanngisnir

and

Shirley Tanngnjostr

Varg! Varg! Argawarga!

Something small is moving

in the swale channel

and I'm 

coming down

on one 

and a half

knees.

Now I'm more

creaky achy

Nestor

and just 

a tad bit 

embarrassed.