yaquina light

ICED

traffic lights turn blue

Interstate 35

Walk in the neighborhood

Love me like the rock of ages

Crossroads

Went down to the crossroads

Tried to beg a ride. 

Asked, can anyone show me mercy?

Got nowhere left to hide;

Easy Rider

Crossing the border
They threw away their watches
Time was indifferent to them now.

Riding the highway
Tomorrow coming like a dream
Crossing the rivers of arid lands
They went in search of…

Blues

I caught the blues from my baby
Walking down by San Francisco Bay.
It’s an old cliché.

American Lights

Names on a map,
Hidden dangers,
Imagination conjuring them
Somewhere between
The seas’ scouring
And landfall’s edge.

Pamlico Bay; Cape Hatteras.

American lights
Stand proud and tapered
On brick and stone bases
Flashing warnings
Over beaches, lakeshores, seaways,
Over all the great waters.

Sabine River; Point Bolivar.