Saturday, October 13, 2007

Night on the freeway

... bright, silent, indifferent

finite curve of brilliance,
smooth as the lip
of an oyster's shell

through exhaust fumes,
blur of tail lights,
the three pale stars of my destiny
slide upward into hazy summer-

they leave no trace
as they fade

10.13.07

1 comment:

Proma said...

Your poems are incredibly beautiful and intense. Broke my heart to read through a few of them. You have a way with words I think. and musicality - something that most of us tend to lose with age, and numbness. You still have it, as raw as it comes.