The Ride Poem by Cheryl Renaud

I approach the quiet table
sense that it is surrounded by
walls of indifference

until you join me, scribbled out
near the alcohol

my fingertips glow around
the iced glass, in a dance

obsession up to the brim

I fished for dreams in that creek
which appeared on my tastebuds

nappy faces tumbled out with my shadow
and we joined the moon

the choral shouted with vigor
stiff trees shook upon my lips

with so many stories to tell