Ride

Clearing the channel, another one’s on their way.
Pulled up in my new ride, different from the one yesterday.
I’m happy to oblige, I cant hide out in the garage
there too much scenery to partake.
The sweet chassis, the chrome, the wheels
Sidewalks, chasing long legs, tall tales, high heels.
Sell me more then my book value worth.
New models off the assembly line,
to the highway, cars in motion, back and forth.
I’m fine, the blacktop flying by.
Another car salesman lie,
Pedal to the floor, open road, forever sky.
As long as there’s gas,
this won’t be my last ride.

Morning Affinity

Low level hum of the fan in here, the day looks sparse- wide open,

under sheets and cool air.

Theorize and project, but I’m not there. Something tickles my throat,

feeling fortunate to be anywhere.

Anyplace but the past, left to broken down pastures, now tall fields of grass.

Nothing sings like waking to a new day, the hum, background noise.

The morning dew, a life to renew, somewhere above ground

between the rough edges left behind, silver lined persistent, and the new found gravity I’ve found.