|The line passes in front,
one car at a time, headlights
in full sun—
how odd this pause, as if you weren’t
moving fast enough; colors of the trees
blanched from morning rain;
because you had missed a turn somewhere
and am confirmed lost amid pancake
breakfast signs, dollar stores, convenience
gas stations, a Catholic church.
Finally, the hearse.
And a large crow swoops low
across the center line
before you pull out,
determined to find your way
Last edited on Tue Feb 4th, 2020 05:07 pm by timmy