Monday, March 30, 2015

trip tick

Reading A Road Map At Night

Road maps fill the glove box
Leaving little room for gloves
Eddies of watery map light pool
Shadows glove my legs
In the well below the dash
A luminous hand descends
The black rake of windshield
Finger skates a back fold pond
Ghosts a trace dissolving
Into glove black night.

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