New poem ~ Restless

Rainy night;

Restlessness…

drowning this town

once more.

The world is changing

but it all stays the same

here.

And I stand

out where wildflowers blow

on a hill overlooking

the highway leading away

from this place;

counting years,

suppressing fears.

Dreams trickling down windows;

reflections of another time,

orange specks through 

street lights,

another fight

with this gypsy soul.

Does she stay or

does she go?