Road Poems

Traffic stops for

road construction

and all at once

the air fills up

with willow down

to indicate

a change of speed.

*

Saturday night!

Two ponytails

in a Chev truck.

*

A drop of rain

after crawling

upwards for such

a long, long time

now finally

lays its burden

down on my hood

*

On the way there

the river was

fulltide brimming.

On the way back

it was no more

than a trickle,

empty except for

one clamdigger.

*

Driving away

from the sunset

my rear view

mirror goes gold.

*

The buck lifted

out of the fog

into his windshield,

so the last thing

that they both saw

was each other.

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