When I rode out on the surface
Extending deck stains to creatures on the avenue
Away, away from you
Seriously annexed by the space,
All but discreet, with rubber grabbing hammer tones
Of traffic frantic loose and shaky
The loop was calling
Folding workable configurations, forward away so close
Of middle thoughts implying
To current on re thinking
On dreaming the loop home, but fading, a heart true
Away, away from you
copyright Napoleon Brousseau 2012
NaPoWriMo day 02
Napo B "Live" 