Seven For Chaos And Order--Home
Road rage at starlit dusk, curdling like grilled blood
When noise of a hurried pack swerves with screams;
The freeway transforms into a jail of time-muggers
As I smell the acrid odor of jumbled agitation.
Pine boughs rest and sway along the dusty byway
Thawing a tired mind to watch moonray above, lending light—
An evening assured open doors would welcome me home.
Seven For Chaos And Order
nette onclaud Contest 28 Jan 2017
Copyright © Noel Onat | Year Posted 2017