one wayimagesride along with a missing passenger
the nocturnal lone silent scavenger
who plucks your thoughts to that core
where skin narrows to a duct pore
and sweaty tear slips over the eyelash
leaving the dark spot on a cheek of a memory flash;
highwayoneimagesthis trip with a missing passenger is so adrift and tender
full of fleeting curves lined behind the steady beam light
and crushed spectrum melodies caught in the net of an unknown sender–
a sudden brake’s squeal holds a sliding stride thought too tight
and we merge, lost in a poem’s supernova, on a one way highway;
THE road missing from all maps, staring away from our absent sight

The End

(First published June 10, 2013)

Our Eternal Dwelling, 2 Corinthians 5:7 “Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: 7 (For we walk by faith, not by sight:) We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”

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