Westward

Sentiment Lost

Autumn colors along the side, bushes fading

he can already sense a tinge of winter dusting the horizon.

The man listens to John Denver

once thought he could be just like him

but hippie trails lost him in woods

searching for anywhere but out.

Homeless

along the side, highway fading,

sign for a dollar, maybe two?

Don’t need no Starbucks, just a can of beans and water will do.

Dusted now

more land than air,

where was he was going?

He forgot to care

such a very long time ago.

Meanings decrease, decease,

when you can’t even find a bench to lay on…

wasn’t he headed to California?

He bets a man don’t need no plastic bags to keep his feet warm there.

Half-awake, half-dreaming, he sees her again

the beautiful spirit in white

dancing below the park lamplight

is it his time?

He once wanted to do so much more with his life…

wait,please, don’t take him just yet!

He is desperate to finish his last bottle of regret.