Saturday, June 5, 2010

Capture (Road Poem #6)

Capture (Road Poem #6)

Does my photo steal the soul
From the black cherry dirt, as well

I can only see it
Hear the creek

By quickly stomping
On the brakes

Whipping out the camera and
Back into the long and winding road


I don't even remember Muir Woods anymore
Or my sister, almost at all

Only arguments with my ex
Me stomping away

All of us

Any moisture from this land

Using it, turning it
With our focus, our attention



I worried
I shouldn't stop to look and shoot at all

No idea how far I was
From a real road

Heatstroke or dehydration
Sunburn, run out of gas

Woman somewhere asked me
What I wanted to remember so badly

Around a bend two trees
Taller one's

Green puffy arms

Hovering above
The other

I said,

Other than


And suddenly
There was

The interstate
Crank up the radio


I don’t


by Coke Brown Jr. -
as posted on Coke's Croaks -

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