stoplight haiku

are you kind,
economy?
or an earthquake.

pedal to the metal.
we’ve been saying that forever.
because of the 70s.

this life
is a novella
because God is in it.

like a fever melting
through memory’s brain,
gone quietly

to have given
to now itself,
then.

forgiving myself every moment
for every moment before

sitting alone
in a car
beside the honeysuckle

i’ve always been a child,
never changed,
never unimagined