The slightly grey sky spills onto a canvas of pristine white cloud mixed with a bittersweet pink, that if a true revelation of the hearts of the seemingly levitating visitors to this place, would reflect a scorching red. . .

I travel the wrong road to your grave.
Convenience placed your headstone
among the neat rows at Andersonville . . .

Big hair,
and
distinguished gentlemen
completely oblivious to the
lack of women's rooms . . .

She is graceful in her
color-splashed shift.
A Maya waitress and yet...
in those deep, dark eyes, . . .