Red String
by Beau Cameron
My eyes drift
to the turquoise sky
Setting slow
in my rear view mirror
The moon is a headlight
its twin broken
mirroring my own
(So I took the back roads
cops don’t bother with)
There is peace
scattered among
loose gravel
I hope to capture some
between the grooves
of my tires
But can it fight
against the friction
of spinning 70
on a road built for 40
Red string still knotted
around my pinky
End frayed
End cut
The breeze carries death
through open windows
filling my car with Fall
I dread spring
for it will remind me
of you.
Darkness lays thick
before me
But I close my eyes
to complete it
And loosen my grip
on the wheel
by Beau Cameron
My eyes drift
to the turquoise sky
Setting slow
in my rear view mirror
The moon is a headlight
its twin broken
mirroring my own
(So I took the back roads
cops don’t bother with)
There is peace
scattered among
loose gravel
I hope to capture some
between the grooves
of my tires
But can it fight
against the friction
of spinning 70
on a road built for 40
Red string still knotted
around my pinky
End frayed
End cut
The breeze carries death
through open windows
filling my car with Fall
I dread spring
for it will remind me
of you.
Darkness lays thick
before me
But I close my eyes
to complete it
And loosen my grip
on the wheel