dark road
from wet--
a slight rain
looking out the car window
wipers click
watching center line dash forward.
mist curls hills
turning to dark froth
i can hardly see the sun.
This road is long and straight
and flat-- stretching-- reaching out
like my longing
for what I don't quite know
but it does seem straight forward.
An occasional fir tree
the hum of diesel
greys, browns, tips of green
other colors sleep in the ground
reverberations of emptiness
and me
as I drive
into winter.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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