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.
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