photo ©2013 Jarrod McCabe |
Night Drive
Shoulderless mostly, old
This is the road
You should not be driving
Not at night, at zero
Or well below,
Bone-stark, so cold
Each turn appears
As a figure in a dream
Sure, demanding:
Look, fields are
rising--
And they are, the bright
Snow-stripped fields,
Like a shroud
Or a female voice
You never loved me
And that’s true
Even the furthest homes
Close enough
To your home
Where often in the dark
Down in the kitchen
The beams of headlights
Moving through the room
Moved through you
Northrop's last collection was Clean
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