(Start) Lakeland Florida
to Atlanta Georgia,
to Chattanooga Tennessee
to St. Louis, Missouri,
to Lawrence, Kansas,
to Denver, Colorado,
up to my home Longmont.
(End)
29.5 hours trapped
behind the steering
wheel, and day dreaming
like a little train headed
across I-70 and down I-75.I think I see a picture emerge, one that looks like a rabbit with an enormous carrot. Did you think I would be crass?Or sick?
I ended.
I am learning my voice and pattern. I can begin to understand what Amiri Baraka meant when he said you must find your own rhythm, your own swing. When I attempted to force in the parts the rhythm betrays the poem. I must continue to work on hearing my own voice so that I can write authentically well.