Drive, Dance, Write

I write to preserve the colors of you
shining through darkness
rendering you heroic, larger than life, intangible
brushed blue and black with sweet silver sap
sucked from an early morning maple
I could not bear to forget the fire
you lit inside my skunk-stenched soul
how it made me backflip from bottles spilling over sleeping rattle snakes
Dancing then flying away from the mundane misery of chronic madness
A cycle repeated as wheels spin endlessly
Trying to reach an unknown destination
But forever lost, with no static map
You must let me drive now
Navigate the waves, asphalt lanes,
foggy bridges and country roads
You must allow grace to flow into light

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016

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