(This is a poem I wrote for a class assignment.)

When I’m overrun with anxiousness
I often drift to the east
On the back of a Blues Rock wind

Stalling.

Within.

Humidity’s embrace.

My former self falls within the hive,
In the cadence and flow
Of downtown Atlanta

The neon glow
Of those lost summer days
When the world stood brave,
When I was safe and tucked away
Beneath its towering shadows

It always
Returns to me
Before the toll of the today
Can lasso me in