Long Drive
Night clings.
You sigh through the gears,
wave-ride after-shocks,
follow stretched-out beams
into the first gray unveiling
of the light
The sky can now be seen
shadowing itself.
Clouds weep dry tears,
and yet leave puddles
around your eyes.
A cloaked dawn
squints,
flickers weakly over the lower lid
of a lifting horizon.
A tepid sun has
pastes itself onto the distance.
So far,
the road ahead has had a blind ability
to avoid the Niagara’s or the Grand Canyons
of trouble ahead.
Just as well
for your mind has been sleep-driving.
The drunk rocking of a back axle
warns you of a rift in the drift.
You pull over for some eye squeezing moments.
Feel the road still racing up and down
your spine.
Phone in hand
your voice sounds hollow,
as you explain how first light
came late,
and it is really slowing you down.
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