Once drawn to ones hidden behind
burning shrubs, now gulping vinegar
like memories of —there’s no cure
except to leave alone. Take a ride until
sunset caves behind a scraggly horizon
line, darkness looming against impassible
blackness. Searching along, where ever
going won’t heal tendons blistered,
eyes drifting like ghosts floating along
Cemetery Drive every night. visions
of : skeletons without motivation
sinking into a cold mountain stream
where blond reeds hide intentions,
only tangling as grow into story–
Wind keeps blowing along the front range
listen for the signal singing, Come back
with dreams, too terrified to let love
go, how long will it haunt these fields?
Kristiane Writes 