echo and the echo

echo and the echo                     September 12, 2016
i have all these words
tornado and turquoise and turnpike
time and taste and temperate
but there is nothing
with which to punctuate
the tunnel of my missing you.

i would like to show you
eisenhower tunnel
where interstate seventy
travels miles beneath megatons
of granite.

but i never will
for the echo
of an empty well
is all the heart
you ever had.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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1 Response to echo and the echo

  1. m says:

    For those who don’t know, I was born close to the Eisenhower Tunnel, the world’s highest vehicle tunnel. It’s a fixture of Colorado life, driving nearly two miles underground at over 11,000ft and still having mountains towering thousands of feet above your head. If you ever want the coolest loop road trip in the world take I70 west from Denver, hwy 550 from Grand Junction to Bernallio, Then I25 north back to Denver. I promise it will not disappoint. Or just stay somewhere flat and boring and don’t clog up my commuting roads with tourist traffic. 😉


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