Salt-rimmed sea stacks covered in Ponderosa Pine,
sun-drenched cedars lay on zephyr blown sands.
Seagulls soar off when Rhododendron leaves rustle;

The fireflies that filled Betty’s mason jars
once lit the Wabasha County sky.
Now caught between glass and tin,
on iced railroad tracks behind the barn,

Only when it's cold, I find myself there again.
It was awhile ago, but not long enough
to wipe the mark off my soul.

Why did I let you walk down that stair case,

The highway lines painted on my soul,
the only shoulder I have left to cry on.
Every time I get the urge to go
there's no more West to travel.

All my life I took to the road,

Anxiety. Calamity.
Baby's Breath and Chai Tea.
Broken amethyst.
Creepy little noises.
Bubblegum and lost love.
Tranquility. Serenity.
Chances never taken.
I miss a place I hate.