like yellow papers scattered across the prairie*
my words are scattered across this abyss
i read that book in one sitting
i can read, read so fast at times it hurts
but that is my job - to read and find probable cause
probable cause to arrest and hold - to stop the goings of life
in fact this finding often ends jobs and relationships
it stalks in waiting - expiration, speeding, cameras
all good helpers and the best of all are the ones
that at one time said I love - unconditional, unwaivering
love
used against - i often stop and whisper
thank you
for loving me enough to not
forlettingme
be free