Book of Delaney I

Dark, mean clouds approached

the interstate horizon
where Delaney drove.
"Every storm hides a rainbow,"
optimism fueled her voice.

A twister approached,
obstructing the road ahead
from Delaney's eyes.
The great winds forced her off-road
as branches snapped under wheel.

Her grip choked the wheel,
pushing her DeLorean
beyond its limit.
She swerved between every tree
before she struck a boulder!

Natural dead ends
exist in the wilderness,
where the lost end up.
Delaney flew from her car,
her shoes flew from beneath her.

A murmuring voice
wondered if she was alive
when her eyes opened.
She sat in an old cabin
speechless, sitting in a cage.

Delaney heeded
panicked warnings from a dwarf
in another cage.
"Your arms are longer than mine,"
the dwarf called to Delaney.

"Where should I reach them?"
Delaney replied to him.
"Look above your head,
the fear-monger hung up keys
that unlock both our cages!"

"He didn't take them?"
Delaney asked. "Their jingle
attracts cats," he said.
Delaney freed the dwarf. "We're
in North Carolina, right?"

R.L.P. Auriga

Long Island, New York