A Single Headlight
she looks broken
lopsided, uneven, off
we look at each other
there are shadows
an eerie feeling on a country road
a motorcycle?
a car?
truck?
alien spaceship?
should we stop? I ask my husband
as we get a bit closer.
he shakes his head no
she looks spooky
in the dark
a single headlight
switched off now
we both feel there is something ominous
about this lopsided, uneven, pick-up truck
on this deserted country road.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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