I have a fear of getting lost.
It’s an unfounded fear.
If I start walking
I can leave the city, the job, and the past
We get lost in places that change.
I think about my problems, until my problems think about themselves
under the rainbow,
rocketing into, the gray and blue sky.
It’s raining there, but the rain, doesn’t fall on me
the sun shines through, like magic
somewhere, I don’t know.
A coyote stares
and I say
but he doesn’t come.
Then I check-into the restaurant
a hamburger and fries.
She wants my attention
and retired women gather around.
We’re all getting old
and soon, we’ll live
where old folks
I finish 18,
and the story lady walks on by
She smiles at me