A creative response to Mixed Emotions by Nicolette Polek
Windows down driving through the SALT MARSHES listening to cowbells and a TRUMPET from a funeral procession down the road. I see you turning. You wave in the WARPED REAR VIEW mirror and your handkerchief gets picked up by the wind, carried away. I come back to the marshes to find it covered in fiddler crabs and SEA GOOSEBERRIES. I push it down with my sneaker, in case one day, before I see you again, it blooms, amidst the BRIGHT BLADES covered in salt crystals from high tide.