Saturday Night Sunshine

I deleted one too many hawks.
A bluegrass sweetheart.
With gas in the tank.

My wrists and my hair.
Avoid the opportunity.
To shield my eyes.

A black SUV.
Things in common.
It's a long ways up.

To the evening.
Facing towards the wind.
An old guitar, a bicycle and me.

Now I am way out.
But I play my way back.
And I am thinking about you.

Dirty river and coyotes.
Let it read, let it rectify, let it go.
Goodnight tomorrow.