Memories of Red Weather
You stop, then break back. You are
Balanced today in habitual
Rhythms. You wrap
Sea oats.
Later
You will paint them into a
Dream of blue horses.
Imagine the smile a
Life without stress
Will provide
Today.
You’ve smartly allowed your
Dream to come true,
Which is so good
You’re not sure
How you’re
Going to
Handle
It.
Then you quickly remember
Your manners, your music.
La Mode has returned,
Now enlightened life
Grows avenues
All at
Once.
You pull out your pen, paintbrush
Guitar. Red tractors focus in
A photograph at 55 MPH.
Jenny steers her black
Honda through
Speed trap
Zones.
You dance again, blow out a
Knee and revert to
Swimming miles
At the local
YMCA.
Welcome back to 1972. You’ve
Got the car, attitude, and
Fourteen-year-old
Personality to
Prove
It.
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