I would rather get dizzy
From moving back and forth with you
In an entirely different manner than we are
From 90 miles an hour
To school zone speed
You drive across my roads less traveled
Sometimes crashing and causing a crevice to form
Which the workmen seem reluctant to fill in a timely manner
The map of my soul is scarred with many cracks and gaps
All waiting to be filled
All wondering if they will ever be made safe for travel again
By someone like you
Who at times, seems so oblivious
To where you are going
Copyright ©2007 Melinda A. Napoletano
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1 comment:
love the photos! we don't have red wing blackbirds here.
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