north on US98

(Written in April 2021, backdated posting)

heading north on US98 just 

over the small Kissimmee bridge 

and around the first bend

there, in the heavy marsh grass,

is a single black cow looking

modestly sad for some reason

as it chews and stares and

stares and chews and stares

at nothing really, just chewing

continuing by on this two-lane 

country road with nothing but

time, I am lost in my own state

of sad staring, at nothing really,

just thinking about how this

might be the last day that I

ever hear from her again, and

its because “love is a beautiful,

wondrous thing (but) I play games

in my head to ruin it”... yup, the

truest poem/thought I ever wrote

while reflecting upon all of my

fuckups... so long ago written

but so eternally true ~

~ hours have gone by now, and

I can’t... I can’t let this happen, 

not again dammit, not again, so

I message her back, and I do it

again until she finally answers;

this incredible woman, this pure

angel heart of a woman, this

precious gift of a woman finally

responds and gives me the 

chance I needed; we talk, for

the first time we actually talk

and a new connection is made

and a new beginning is started

the next day, heading north on

US98 just over the small

Kissimmee bridge and around

the first bend there, in the

heavy marsh grass, is a single

black cow looking fairly happy

for some reason as it chews and 

stares, at nothing really, and I

too happily stare, I stare at all of

this growing country openness

all around me, and I feel an

overwhelming sense of promise

and hope for things I just

couldn’t see yesterday

“love IS

a beautiful, wondrous thing”

(My photo north on US98)