Road Kill

Sanctified Red moon dominates the eventide landscapes Surreal against the mid-winter backdrop There is nowhere else to look Magnetized focus As she rises gigantic above the horizon And I am held Still. Driving country roads of slush and solitude Making my way Home. There’s something out there In Coyotes secret world, Stringing farm field to farm field Forrest and river Dotted houses set amidst Lit up for all to see… Passerby’s Squatters. Deer trails of ancient passages Where others follow While the silent winged ones listen As they have forever. Do they see me? Encased in metal Spewing fumes of ancient forests As I race across the landscape Faster than any coyote can run? That our worlds meet at all Are only shown in road kill And sudden endings.