4 days ago

My dreams stretch along

a certain expanse of highway

where space hangs

in loops of golden unison

where the ghost towns mix

with sunflower fields

Even this flat land is

beautiful now…

me

the concrete

velocity

and

desertion

I could go on

forever

avoiding the end

pushing the limits of…

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Jan 25

In mid-July

the heat reverberates

makes the thought of comfort

dull

my footprints trail

the thick blades

of St. Augustine grass

the smell of

Confederate Jasmine

heady and heavy

Around the porch corner

I’ll meet your memory

framed by spilling trumpet vines

caressing the painful ecstasy

of slow loss

These…

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L.T. Garvin

Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.