Stranded

it was during the winter of that year, when the rain stopped

curiously.

although no one ever spoke about it

and yet, everyone knew

as the skies were bright red

little hints in the clouds above

and still, not a word 

not a whisper

that was the season when brown became blue

covering for green that died long ago,

in the back of a pick up truck bed

parked out by the shed

dosing out the recommended amounts for just the right hit

takes more than a few tries, if that

one has to focus and not get distracted

by bothersome things like emotions and such

the roads were underwater then

asphalt was unheard of in those parts

people walked barefoot

along side the train tracks

it's a wonder

no one got trampled

at midnight...

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Very interesting and intriguing write - the imagery is lush and the wordplay excellent -really enjoyed the read - :-)