Moonlight on my skin
Lengthening shadows of twilight
When the windshield caved in
As steel on steel screeched an emergency.
The sound of everything
Grating on everything else
When greens became reds too early
And the deep roots
Of hopeful pursuits
Came crashing into me.
The police came to collect stories
And the door ajar
Sounding into the night
It’s persistent plight.
Nerves steady as milk
On the verge of sour
For a while after that.
Took months for them
To be rigid again.
– Vagabond Prophet
Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “A door ajar.” Not very happy with this but there it is.
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