i am always running
on the treadmill, sitting down, eating breakfast;
the motor never quits, never an oil change or fluid change
check engine light has been removed
and a brick on the gas pedal-
the empty light came on a friday night
a shovel to the brick
a hammer
a pickup truck
but your delicate hands
with ease
found comfort under yellow umbrellas
your hand found mine and not on a steering wheel
stealing nothing instead given
given a chance to have free hands
free from the wheel free from those haunted nights
nights are easier and the darkness drives the other way
Saint's Muse 