By Travis Park
I stared out the window with dead eyes. Rabbits jump in the trees springing like dead leaves. The ocean is in the view of my rearview mirror. What has love done to you? I don’t dream in vivid colors, shades of dark grey fires. My head is swimming in the lake while water lilies drift around. We are just beginning to smell the ashes of the tar pits. Don’t go to the fortune teller with questions that can be learned on the dance floor.
Travis Park is an emerging poet. They recently won three 1st place awards in the annual Poetry Society of Indiana contest. Their poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and were recently included in the Indiana Art Commissions InVerse Archive. You can see more of their poems on Instagram @travisparkpoetry