by Shaun Grub
Showing that you cared
and aren't scared
of raving coyotes
in a colossal Toyota
run gunning down
a Honduran dirt road
cross lit in the head
beams eyes glowing
red in the lamp lights
cutting through swirled
dust settling slowly on
accelerated mercies dragged
racing through my mind
as the foot hit
the pedal to the metal
shifting into gear
for tumblers to rotate
into padlocks clicked
shut locking the shed
up at night to keep
stray cats and fishers
out of my head
proving you're not scared
and you cared
for all the strays left
stranded behind
in the crashing wake
of the dream that I find
swirling and flowing
to a stop around me
ready to become still,
turn into a new culture...
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