In the Middle of the Road
Not a scratch on it. Cars blur,
take the slim country road at 60.
Looks like the left one, pointed west
across the double yellow line, buffed,
brown, gentle oval at the toe. Perhaps
the blessèd shoe of a traveling missionary.
Could be the trail of the newly ex-
wife sprinkling the dregs of her marriage
piece-by-piece out the car window.… Read the rest