October Road

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.