concrete

a warmer shade of yellow golden sun
cast the shadow of my car's well
traveled soul onto the cold concrete

glassy like tired eyes, the shadow
reflected platinum rays to the iris
of my right eye, pressuring
my rods and cones to print colorful memories

into my brain

setting off a chain reaction, from
somewhere deep behind my eyes, trickled
a salty dew

licking my lips, breath escaped from
the corners of my mouth

where everything went i don't know
but it's still going and i can't stop it

ready or not, i'm shoved ahead in time,
in anticipation of seeing a platinum sun