Dream of a Drive Long Ago

From the back seat

of a sedan,

not long flat fields,

                                tree lines,

farmhouses, daughters

but the ditch

 

before the fields

I can’t relate to,

 

more dead

than square.

 

Cattail’s root

I won’t get, down

in the thin border

between where order,

the highway, the field,

makes money — enough air,

finally I can see it pull

the full length

without whisky — finally, we stop

and as I breathe out,

the air I release

stays roped to me

and as it joins

the other air,

                       it pulls me

after it.

Published online January 01 2012.


The Winter Issue cover image

This piece was published in ‘The Winter Issue,’ the Winter 2012 issue of CV2.

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