april was poetry month now let me participate

because nothing is more romantic than driving

bright, open, airy and charismatic

like the tannin of a Syrah.

windows rolled down.

the white dashes wax and wane,

            and
shrink         dart on the asphalt. 

the streetlamps aren’t alien and cool-temperature, but instead halogen,

hot and orange like the tinder of a burning fire.

i’m advised to maintain speed in the tunnels.

please stay in your lane.

            my headlights flare

at the other end of the open tunnel.

                               it’s the same, like the stigma that 
                                      punctuates the end of a pistil.

every american dogwood is unique

but originates from the same genus.

Norfolk transitions into Hampton Roads
which transitions into Newport News.
blue shields raised along the shoulder.
they remind me
i’m on I-64.
guide me home.

                  the James River is in flux, overflows.

my speed is 70 miles per hour.

             i’m not a biologist.

         though, we live our lives in mystery

just like the organisms

         in the river.

“i’ll take it with half & half” by me

👀

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