October Road

by amy sharp

Soon I'll have to go to Athens and see my trees.
It's almost time to kick around on my land and make promises to myself that I will move back to the country where I feel most real.
I feel alive and bold there. 
You are like the colors when I drive my car down Rt. 33. 
Fast and blurry, blending together.
I have yellow lust.
Orange heart.
Red tears.