[Flashy Inside People]

The small dirt lot across the street from Massabesic North plot point, Route 121.

Cars and pick-ups go by 40-50 mph.

A few slow to 20.

 I have a few friends.
Slow to 20 people.

We stay friends awhile.

40 wish it were 50 people gotta go…
Bigger engines to rev if they just could go a little faster.

60 plus people are too busy
With traffic cops and broken stocks.

I stop.

The lot is paved by people that stop.

Paved by pensive people,
Introspective people,
Deep people.

All flash on the inside.

Who know only a few steps to the shore
And their reflection off the lake puts them in the sky.

And it’s not a choice.

Not for these people:
My people. Flashy inside people. Firework sparks within people.

Shock to awe outside people check off lists.
Do they have no choice?

The lake won’t let us keep a grocery list.
Who has time with so much divine?

S.J. Wynn
+he Ghos+