The damned twisted road.

April is poetry month. New poetry number eight.

The damn twisted road.

I tried to find a memory; I tried to find a place.

I have forgotten how your face looked, and I want to see you again.

Once we hid in the darkness, once we sought a safe place.

We were cloth less, free of life s**t.

Now I stand in downtown Ann Arbor and I have become a stranger.

In a kind dream, we found each other and we were in Port Austin.

Drinking coffee and knowing silence.

I could not see your face, and you told me.

The damn twisted road.

Murdered our mind and soul.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

An excellent capture and perpetuity of moments like this! Something we share with certain someone’s along our life’s journeying 🙏🏻🕊️