a deflated I love you balloon
leans into oncoming traffic
speed limit sign flashes: 39,
35, 40, 32 and cars slow
fuel efficient engine purrs
to the Grateful Dead
gliding, almost autonomous
into afternoon
Categories: Cyborg MusingsPoetry
Poetry
Passover 2022
another departure sand storm and winds change on every horizon slow forward let go let us go lets go toward somewhere else trudge or gallop fasten memory to message onward into story