Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Flat Black
December night
stars behind
stop lights
like jewels
fallen from
the time of
year when
heaven is
on earth.
I drive ‘cross
country roads
north right
behind west
a winter wrap
of black
I stop
get out--

(still working on this but wanted to put it up anyway)---feels a bit abstruse in the beginning. any thoughts?

1 comment:

andrea said...

How about changing the order so that it begins with the journey (I drive cross country roads). That gives us a starting place and takes us into the poem? Just a thought!