Monday, April 3, 2017

Forest Drive

Down we go
Sweet and dark and winding
Through the trees
Sunlight flashes, blinding
Memories
Trip along reminding
             me of hitting bottom
Til I hit the curve, and climbing
I regained the top
            and glanced,
                           the hill behind me
At what's ahead
             where they will never find me




Alison Day
2006