Just an opener so far.

Two today (in part because I didn't want that last poem greeting people who wandered over to the blog!).

This is definitely unfinished...but I'm excited to see where this goes.

She's the one in his rearview,

hands clasping the broken chain,

palms pressed to chest.

Delicate ruffles ripple in the wind.

Hair rolls, cascades, like wheat fields.