“Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?” ~ Mary Oliver
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Read, Write Poem prompt
'i dreamed a highway back to you', the road was never ending. i followed the curves and hills, with an anxious heart, rapidly beating. waiting, to find the end; see you again. amidst my dreams, the road kept going, faster, faster until the end found me in a ditch. no longer would i see you; or you me, we would end forever more. existing only in lost pictures, in a crowd of people lined up, waiting. back to the city you would go looking for the pictures.