Unearthed.
A fresh, but already-before been-trodden soil.
Uprooted.
Without this, she would cease to be
Uncertain.
That deadening significance is the most sure drug.
Upturned.
Nothing left for it but to pick up both heels and run
Uninhibited.
Listening for the very last beat and close.
South Bound
I’m waiting on a sudden change of heart,
For that left turn stab,
Cutting gravel, hard throttle-
Change of heart.
I’m waiting,
For a screaming voice
Echoing through the station
Above the deisel moaning
Wait! Please! Stop!
I’m praying for a frantic,
Nick of time motion,
in my direction.
I am praying … and… the moment is passing
And even though i am
the last one on
she’s not coming
she’s not coming
She’s Not coming.
I’m already gone.
D
I am sitting in the bed of a pickup truck on a warm summer evening as the sun slips below the horizon
I am perched upon a rooftop, with stars above, lightning flashes in the distance in all directions, the thunder too far away to be heard
I am hiking above the tree-line, meteors burn in the atmosphere, and the only sound above my breathing is footsteps
I am diving in the ocean, twenty feet below the surface, lungs aching as I scoop a sand dollar from the bottom
I am hanging from my fingertips, air beneath my feet, stone above me, nowhere to go but up
I am laying beside a campfire, clothing permeated with pine and soil and smoke
I am kissing the face of the only one I love.
I am dust, and to dust I will return.
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