Wrong Exit
I took the off ramp too soon
I should have driven on to the next exit
but I left too soon.
Now in a strange landscape
I slow down looking for road signs
waymarks, names, and places known to me.
Stopped curb-side, fiddled with the GPS;
her voice was cool, distracted:
“Please recalibrate, enter your position,
the place you need to be does not compute.”
Sighing I look about me.
The buildings are deserted, windows boarded up.
streets empty.
I don’t belong to any of this,
I am affluent and live on a tree lined avenue
but that me, that life,
is one exit more beyond on the highway
and this car has no reverse drive. What!
It was nothing but a dream,
just a dream,
or was that other lost life,
that other misplaced place
an exit forever and always
too far for me?
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