James Dean

Photo by Olenka Kotyk on Unsplash

Thursday morning on the side of the road

I caught a glimpse of my future.

Lit cigarette, smoke warming the air

I saw the end of the race.

I’m sitting by the hood of my car now

Dreaming in a grainy, vibrant color.

I’m caught on the edge of America

Still looking into the ocean below.

I’m sorry I didn’t return home like I said,

There was too much to explore and undertake,

Now I’m caught in the desert’s breeze

Waiting to burn out again.

Brendan Zimmerman 2019