Sunday, January 18, 2009


The thoroughfare
was salted bare
which bleached away the lines,
at three am
my stratagem
was seeking solid signs
when suddenly
in front of me
a shooting star struck loam—
one glowing guide
to aid the ride
I hope will take me home.


Shirley said...

Aha! Those blinding flashes just keep calling you don't they? ;)

rch said...

I can't see!!

Shirley said...

hmmmm... are your eyes open?