I wish I could
vanish into the night
a rainstorm
wet pavement
running culverts
all indicators
that can only be visible,
hard to hide a
spring storm,
hard to imagine
a life lost found.
I’d like to experience
a ‘New York Minute’
Don Henley
speaking to the fear,
a man has
living inside
a silent storm,
the effect of which
can only be felt
when walking
inside a river of tears.
I wish I might disappear
my secrets no longer fear.
© Scott F Savage 4/2020
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