POETRY ON MEDIUM

Twilight Bleeds Blood Brother Red

Recapturing our youth

Photo by Daniela Mota on Unsplash

My friend and I often frequent
a path in the woods.
Colors bloom
when snow melts.
Leaves and branches
shudder with love for light
when ice thaws.
The beauty stuns
even God.

My friend and I rock on the porch,
talking about the space
between life and death.
Twilight bleeds
blood brother red.

Teenage memories run hard and fast
through our veins —
rock and roll
screaming at our parents
through a drug-hazed ecstasy,
revving our 67 Chevy
in rebellion as we race down
Highway 99.

Wind whistles through timber,
the adult years have passed us by,
forgotten like loose change
jingling in our business suits.
Did we sell out, lose our souls
in a corner office?