midnight riders
they ride every night, past midnight, by our sleeping houses up & down the hills while the fat moon glows & the flower petals open with a sigh, the big guy, the little guy & the bird that points the way. this is their time, every night is the day of the dead & they ride like the wind, their bike light beaming in our graffiti dreaming until the morning comes & the funky rooster crows come home! Tricia Marcella Cimera This poem and artwork pairing is a collaboration between writer Tricia Marcella Cimera and tattoo artist and painter at Funky Rooster Tattoo and Art Gallery. It first appeared in The Fox Poetry Box. Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Look for her work in these diverse places (some forthcoming): Anti-Heroin Chic, Buddhist Poetry Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Failed Haiku, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Mad Swirl, Silver Birch Press, The Bees are Dead, Wild Plum and elsewhere. She has two micro collections, THE SEA AND A RIVER and BOXBOROUGH POEMS, on the Origami Poems Project website. Tricia believes there’s no place like her own backyard and has traveled the world (including Graceland). She lives with her husband and family of animals in Illinois / in a town called St. Charles / by a river named Fox and keeps a Poetry Box in her front yard.
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