of life is each?---a hot air balloon
(red, yellow, green) floats above the horizon
sun high & hot, i just want to get out
away from everything. so familiar, i can tell
you the given names of the trees standing
by the brick entrance to the cemetery
at the end of our road---boys at gramma's
the house too quiet to appreciate, I-29 runs North
to Charlottesville & we are talking, about?
all the green in variation, up & down,
the road meanders through the hills, flowers
in bloom, mountains stretch kinks out their spines
in the distance & your hand on mine, when
blue lights come on behind---
"Do you know why i am stopping you?"
has to be the worst question ever, but i answer
& receive a ticket for my time
We visit shops & art galleries, walk the bricks,
so many bricks, purchase two books
at the used store & eat mediocre pizza
at a side street joint, people walking passed,
all the people----
When the judge asks how i plead, i will answer
"guilty" of going too fast,
because sometimes i am,
but not today,
feet to the brick, time meant nothing
your fingers tracing love notes
on my palm.
Today @ dVerse Poets, I will be tending the pub for Poetics, bringing you a multiple CHOICE prompt to write on. It's all about CHOICE isn't it? smiles---will open the doors at 3 PM EST---see you then.