504 Indistinct Junction
(4.13.03)

It can't have been more than a year ago
when every turquoise-colored car became a threat,
and I searched almost eagerly for a bumper sticker
that was never there.
And yet it was nearly two years ago
that I lost my voice, its meaning unclear,
forever, until you reappeared.

Closed my eyes
I never thought the shapes shadows made
could be so wonderful behind closed minds.
Ailing again
Could it ever bear down so heavily
that nothing could escape its hands?
A path not for crossing,
yet so beautifully laid out
before two eyes ready for
Anything.