Don’t take your eyes

off the road.

What passes you by

are marigolds.

Fire in the fields

of the night.

Lighting up the edges

of our sight.

Sometimes it feels

like you’re alone,

even in the places

you call home.

No horizon,

no set event

precipitates the moment

that you left.

It’s straight on out

from here.

The sun is out

the sky is clear.

The clouds are gonna

come and go,

as we go about

the task

of getting old.

It’s easy to lose yourself

staring at the sky,

so don’t take your eyes

off the road.

The wind blows in,

a new place to begin,

as the snow

covers up

the marigolds.



DJR – 2022

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