by Ashley Cook

Beginnings unlocked through a

mountainside of wild flowers in the

springtime. Flying through a dream where I

don't realize I can land just yet. I could

touch the ground if I just concentrated. I

desire to feel the magic, old, like a blue

door. A door that has lasted through

negative flashbacks while I ride a

motorcycle down the street my mother

helped me see. A unicorn walks alone and a

dragonfly feels unstable. Could they mingle

in the woods? Do they dare travel the same

path? Jarred cries of burnt out lies. Don't

breathe on me. I'm petting Ogee. Can I trust

him? Neglected views surround your

voiceless posture. Don't ask and I won't tell.

Don't creep and I won't crawl. Take care of

me. I'll soon understand why I have these

memories and why I can't shake these

emotions. Powder-nosed smile with a ‘stach

that could drive a sane woman mad. Don't

laugh because I cry late at night. I cry to

leave on a trail of fire sparks that turn to

dust. It wasn't my petal promise to love me

not. So, I cry to ride the road where all the

blue doors are weathered and worn, but no

one dares to judge.