Michigan

I loafed there the clouds hurt my stupidity

if that was what it was, a bowl without fish

I looked through the surroundings 

to locate life froms and tell myself

I like life but the slow shadow

descending over my head clouded 

judgment no justice in awareness

Was there a lover in the mix 

the soothing answer to no question

just the quest not equestrian but 

bounding forward I remember only 

oaks as dry lines of code the road 

a withering gray so little say-so 

parched then drenched in rain