Freeverse….

See what happens when I put my brain in neutral….a whole bunch of inspirations fell out of the end of the pen this morning; driving home during a storm, my neighbor George’s 3 day journey to his summer cabin in Montana, watching paranormal shows on tv, Covid’s emptying of the streets and prevention of public funerals and the color in a dream.

Text me.

Text me when you get home safe
you never know what regrets
lie in the ditches that pass for un-dug graves,
what nymphs lurk under the surfaces
of the lakes and rivers of the rain-swept streets.

Text me when you get home safe
let me know whether the rabid pictures
on the bathroom walls of closed cafes
beckoned with royal blue absences
or vanished when you turned your tears to them.

Text me when you get home safe
the storm and silences out there
where there used to be a world
hide a lot of opportunities
that could echo off the empty mountains.

Text me when you get home safe
the music of the tires, the rhythm of the blades
hide the footfalls of the shadow people
peering at your approach
around the corner of blank expectations.

Text me when you get home safe
or even when you’re getting close,
there’s no one else to hit texting while driving, but
text me when you get home safe
or if you get lost on the way.