Northeast into Vermont
as memories of church and God
steam from my lips
pressed deeply into
your downy chest
heaving
from the weight of it all.
Imagining
the gray-green world
as it explodes into autumn
leaving yesterday’s harsh reality
muffled for one more night.
One more night
of sweet sweat
shivering ecstasy
breathing free
bulleting on the train to tomorrow
while religion and its many masks
tries to conceal
our sameness
but it can’t hide behind
the drooping sunflowers
fast-moving
outside the window.
Or our pasts
as they dissipate
into distant
innocence.
Damp hope
promises redemption
washes sins,
the constant
endless echo
of not good enough.
The train tracks
still rumbling beneath us
as the train whistles into
vibrant yellow and orange
stopping for the Reds.
Waiting to be seen anew.
Waiting for gray
to turn back into blue.
Our eyes
greeting the sun
new lyrics composed
tears dried.
Two souls
delivered for inspection
each worshiping
a deity
they softly name
love.
© Cornelia DeDona 9/7/16
Corney Press 