Ticket One

Some believe afterlife  

Others believe more

I know for sure one

No interest in supposition

It is short

Lovely Faith is why

Tall grasses pull tears

Mountains hollar loud

Drop my bags and sprint aboard the train

A Climate Change

Snow is falling on the last day of summer

Heat off my engine kept stopping my heart

Numbing my fingers

Stranded on i75 

My phone remained silent

Southside Atlanta

Need became ridiculous

Want was lonely

Ending world on crumbing asphalt

I said it out loud tossing white bread to the seagulls

Morning became noon

Heatwave in December

Stretching through the ache 

Of the age I've become

With gratitude and ease

Again I greet the Sun

From your side of my bed

Where the dent is less

Hôtel Mercure Paris La Defense