Elegy to a Roadtrip
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Red flares like the veins in stoned eyes,
Blurred in the rain & the weakened curve of headlights.
Slanted against the shoulder, the ambulance’s lights
Don’t hint at the cold silence of the engine.
A medic pulls his hood over his face & turns against
The wind to light a cigarette, waiting.
A semi has parked across the left lane like a sentinel,
As a dog splays out, lazily watching its owner.
A moment like countless others, really, like the punctuation of
Past trips, the parenthetical notation of miles traveled,
Silencing tired banter. A European van whose roof slopes to the same
Angle as its hood, upside down, its frame spread like the tendrils of a spider web,
Coupled in twisted mockery against a crumpled sedan.
& the flares burn out to leave only the glow of the ambulance,
Spinning in that moment eternally to the eyes of the truck driver
Parked to block the passage of traffic, & the wind that crashes into the
Soft edges of the cigarette’s quickened burning.
Blurred in the rain & the weakened curve of headlights.
Slanted against the shoulder, the ambulance’s lights
Don’t hint at the cold silence of the engine.
A medic pulls his hood over his face & turns against
The wind to light a cigarette, waiting.
A semi has parked across the left lane like a sentinel,
As a dog splays out, lazily watching its owner.
A moment like countless others, really, like the punctuation of
Past trips, the parenthetical notation of miles traveled,
Silencing tired banter. A European van whose roof slopes to the same
Angle as its hood, upside down, its frame spread like the tendrils of a spider web,
Coupled in twisted mockery against a crumpled sedan.
& the flares burn out to leave only the glow of the ambulance,
Spinning in that moment eternally to the eyes of the truck driver
Parked to block the passage of traffic, & the wind that crashes into the
Soft edges of the cigarette’s quickened burning.
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thanks for the elegy.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Thank you so much for this new and fresh creation, friend.
NOTE: Everything I write in the P,P&M section are intended to be songs, not poetry.