Poems

Driving They drive so close their auras seep into my car like hazy red stop lights, mixing with blue notes from the radio until the air pulses purple. I turn my blinker on and slow down, confusing them on this exitless highway. EWA - for Troy You called to ask if I knew what you did that day. The image of scaling palm trees came to mind, knowing your adventurous spirit. A ride on a mermaid through silken seas, past alligators lounging in shallows, bored with dragonflies. Instead, you spoke of the darkness of lost opportunity, your words confusing my feelings. I wanted to pluck your syllables as they flowed through the phone and rearrange them in a coherent, sensible order, so I might understand them better. You wanted me to know, you thought yourself a fool for hoping where hope should not lie, but without admitting that you hoped at all. I rearranged your words and sent them back in no reasonable order so you would know - there is no coherency, sensibility or reasonableness - when you are lost.