Nor’easter
The winds blew hard
Rooftops shaking
Foundations questioned
Moving just ahead
Ducking in alleys
For protection
The storm at my heels
Raging against
The machine
Morality
Complacency
Loneliness
Boredom
Reprieves and revivals
Everyone speaking
In tongues
Gestures
Falsity
The storm ramped
Destruction
Of safe harbors
Annihilation of hideouts
Alleyways
The very road
Itself
The Road
Bled hot tar
Before the crucifixion
As the nor’easter
Ripped up
White lines
And reflective dots
Botts Dots
Standing
In a desolate field
The winds faded
Storm passed
Wondering
Which way to go
There was no road
To follow
No place
To call home
Witnessing
The Resurrection
One brick
At a time
‘no place to call home’ a glimpse at almost any heart in a land where all roads are super highways… I gotta ask though, perhaps I’m just clueless… what are Botts Dots??? I hope it’s OK I ask! -cindy
Hehehehe..Those are the name of the reflective dots you see on the highways..The guy who invented them’s last name was Botts..hence, Botts Dots