The Ride Home

Swollen brains, adrenaline buzz.

Desolate city warehouse district
abandoned storefronts, hand-painted signs, "we bay and sale'
broken glass, flat tires,

derelict cars, people and buildings.
City stench

Refinery tanks, rusty and foreboding fences.

Young man, survivor, driving him home.

Young man survivor;

The fall, the moves, the abandonment, the poverty, heartache
heart ache, the endless cycle of new home, school, best friend-leaving.

Single teen-aged mother, two mismatched shoes on her feet, she found them in the warehouse dumpster.The shoes, not the sons, they fit.

All day long, they face their death, riding the Griffin, holding hands, silent screams end in thunderous laughter, SURVIVORS.

Passing silvery tombstones now that shimmer like minnows in a still ocean during a full moon. The endless sea of silver minnow tombstones.

Young man survivor rides his bike past minnows and fences over broken glass and sink hole streets ; to go to school, to get to work, to survive.

She asks him if he is afraid when he rides late at night past the minnows.

He wonders what their lives were like and what finally took them, he is not afraid.

Taking young man survivor home.