I tweeted one of my poems earlier this week and I had a brain-wave. Why not post it on my blog, I thought?

So here is the first of several. This one makes me think of spring, so it seems appropriate.

Sustenance

Sustenance feels like a night-time drive

through the prairies, a thermos of coffee

and AM radio for company.

Brown earth ground into skin, clinging

to fingernails.

New grass struggling through dry soil,

dandelions pushing apart cracked pavement.

Jazz band swinging dancers

up, up

into euphoria.

Headlights pushing back the night.