You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
Get here fast, then cruise real slow
For this pavement may not be ready yet for such a soulful soul
Such intention and growl, bold and sweet, has long been absent from this street
May spinning wheels find linear track
Have a song playing loud in your heart, so the whole neighborhood knows
Your intentions
Whatever they may be
I’ve no wants or words of wisdom there, and you’ll do what you want, anyway
As you should, but I will say
You should turn on your headlights and come drive ’round here
We must sit alone through This
No one has our back
Not forsaking sunlight then
Nor the sturdiness of these vintage legs
Doors behind us closed, by intent
Facing East, where will our colors lead us
What mystery does the morning hold
What certainty does twilight promise
“You made it this far
Wonder, man…wandering now
Stop. Push her beyond”
Always these words
Never these feet
Victor’s conscience never bothered him, though
You came here to help her
You came here to fall
For Her
Did you not?
Let’s learn if between the two of you
There is enough grit to start
To fuel an industry
“It IS my business,” Cressida thought
Suddenly
Randomly
And it bothered her so
Each of us
Each
(asserted, channeling Dr. Angelou’s assertiveness)
Is defined not by the dictionary-eyes of casual glancers
Nor by the information-containing codewords from our fathers
Fallen or otherwise
No
Each of us
Each
Is defined by the footstep-shaped letters we leave for others
And by the blessed word riding, wafting, if you will, on our very next breath
Intended or otherwise
Oh
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