Salt

That morning by the sea, When all the ships were sailing blind, You read me like a book. I thought you must be blind. I scratched your name out of my book And tossed it in the sea. I never wrote the book You wanted. Your heart went to sea And slowly mine went blind. … Continue reading Salt

Mojave

When I need to break your hold, Loose my grip; when I need to hold my fire-- All I can do is drive. In the city you drive Me to distraction; you hold Me accountable for every fire. Out here, the sting of salt-smoke--the fire In my chest--dominates my drive. I breathe it in, as … Continue reading Mojave