Shane Epping, In Remembrance of Alex Supertramp
Shane Epping, In Remembrance of Alex Supertramp
Photography, 24” x 32”, Framed
Driving West
By Michelle Pruitt
We’re driving west, running away
to where the clouds slide one way
and the flat earth the other,
tall grass whispering
asphalt singing
radio voices warning us
not to go home.
We’ll pull down the windows
paint pop songs on the wind.
We’ll dive into the shimmering pool
where highway turns to sky.
We’ll get lost in the blue dusk glow
where time cracks open and eternity spills in.
There is a story about a girl
who fell asleep for a hundred years;
woke up in a briar patch
with a strange man in her bed.
That’s not how this story ends.
The truth is
there is no bed,
no sleep,
no kiss to keep.
There is only this unblazed trail,
a faint trace of blue like a vein beneath the skin.