The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.


Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Lonely

I was idling at the stop sign
when your car blew by,
the same metal-green Honda
with California plates.

But it couldn't have been you;
you left this morning
before the sun was up.

2 comments:

Amy Beatty said...

Miss your mommy? my little sweetness!!

moonshinejunkyard said...

and you missed me too, huh?!! it is funny how this happens with cars. i do that all the time, like even if i haven't seen the person in a while.