Still

On the back roads I am Frost at a standstill
Like the layering of dust on a windowsill
One foot forward on the stones never steady though
I am wavering well before the get-go…

I’ve got a smile in my pocket like lost change
I know it’s normal when the world seems so strange
You are roaring down the road from the far side
Foot falls, bird calls, forest sounds coincide.

I find I am struck dumb, all my thoughts have come unraveled
Into tongue-tied words I’ll never get to say
Even under skies in summer fields that shiver shining dazzled
Still I know this gold can never stay…

Sometimes I am unlikely as a summer snow
Cold stares, hard, bare, still I melt easy though
I would lay it on the line if there was one
Ink stains, driving rains, fade in the blaring sun…

Secret smells lingering high in the road dust
Faceless fantasies of almost blind trust
If I throw my dreams into the wind will they wash away?
Thunderheads blow in out of nowhere these days…

I’m afraid of going numb, for this beauty I have traveled
Hard luck highways of the recent year or two…
But I have memories of things to come—they’re written in the gravel
of this road I cannot take to love with you…

Hawk flies right over the streets of the downtown
Weeds wind wild out of dirt in the barren ground
But silence grows like a crater stretched miles wide
Threadbare, spent flare—can I say I still tried?

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