Maxigumee

{This is the poem that I’m expected to read at the event mentioned here. I wrote this poem in the eighth grade.}

It’s a colorblind night out

the kind where you can’t find

a star in the sky

the kind where you can’t see the blurry trees

as you’re passing by.

hear the spring breeze brushing

against the car

listen to the water

lapping against the shore.

suddenly lost.

which way do we go?

down a winding road?

mud in the path makes the tires slow

winding, winding

down, down, down

a green light

water….

a lake!

turn around.

up, up, up,

backwards through the dark

the headlights make the only mark

in the colorblind night.