April 5th:
Things are still dark here not sure when they'll stop but despite the absence of light there is no absence of noise and each voice is innumerable though we cannot see the mouths that are speaking or the hands that are applauding it'll all builds into one lengthy crescendo that Towers like a tsunami and creeps ever closer and every marching step it takes in your direction forces you to peer up and up and up only to discover that it is so tall you never were able to see the top.
April 6th:
(Prompt from Attack Bear Press. - Your thoughts as a traffic pattern.)
One time it was the open road.
Miles and miles of smooth pavement and new tires.
Thats how the trip starts, music blasting and windows rolled down!
So excited to get to town, jamming out, rolling in at Dusk like badasses, knowing NO better.
The first hurdle is parking. Skipping the best location to find free spaces.
Then the one way streets. Double back into a wonky circle. Where were we going?
Settle on a cheap space and pay, piling out, hoping the attendant doesn't break off the rear view mirror.