Sunday, January 21, 2024

Roadside Rest Stop

shaking in the moonlit cold
again i’m a child in a woolen hat
the clouds are coming quickly 
the dark woods an anxious mirror

i imagine your flashlight an old lantern
swaying as you approach 
footsteps between the trees
crunching leaves and snow

small branches smack you cursing
passing headlights reveal 
a bleeding scratch on your cheek
i wipe with my thumb and kiss it

the car is warm and quiet
with your frigid hand 
on my leg as i steer
through a snowflake starfield home

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