i think i am lost
but heading in
the right direction
the sun is in the west
and i am driving north
it is a burnt orange sky
with dusk around the corner
i own more than 10
black fly bites right now
when i am famous
you will desire me
like a wilderness insect
i am floating over the casual erotica
of a setting sun on rt. 9
through tourist towns
in the adirondacks
with windows down
the hot summer wind
rambles in my direction
i have goose bumps and
twilight thoughts for you
good work
on this piece