Red Bank Poem by Lesle Lewis

I wanted a horse.

I jumped from a plane.

I was not comfortable with your illness.

I was a detective at the wedding.

I recognized the new way it would be with you in rehabilitation.

I saw how the sunset colors on the Navesink River got sad with the lone rower.

I lived on a lone planet with my befuddlement.

I'd lost a person.

I didn't know how to hold my lips.

I was like the goose bathing in parking lot puddles.

Definitely, I am on a train.