searched for her it all on city streets
behind the tall buildings in the alleys
in late neon lights the boulevards haunting
searching for her  meaning
in a country town
in row after row of cornstalks
red clay worn out towns
beaten down red barns
freshly tilled dirt off to the horizons where the
windbreaks give respite to nature
wild grows still, now,
snakes inhabit the cities as well
as the scrub oak overgrowth
critters hide behind fallen trees here
a dumpster there
salvation seems everywhere
I haven't looked yet
so I gather my sack of
pictures , the arrow on a chain,
silver given me years ago by
her, my ghost whisperer
my boots
and try again to
seek her out