Give Of The Past

Moving on

as my

arm

rests out

of the window.

It becomes

a northern

cardinal

with hues

of reds

and black.

Pine needles

part like

a religious 

sea

under

my tires

as I cruise

into 

the now. 

I give 

the past 

the nod

of gratitude

so I can

embrace 

the Maryland

crab sky. 

Minnesota

lets go 

of its snow hold

and 

my arm takes

flight.