Thursday, March 3, 2011

Blacktop

Did you hit the blacktop?
Skin chilled, dark into destination.

I didn't know when to meet you.
Did you

walk into the slick and pose
against headlights, eyes aglow

to let them pass, but could not
time your step; there were trees

lining the highway, fruit crushed
and branches strewn; what of distance?

you are a stone's throw from the road

3 comments:

becca said...

wow this was good

Tim Shey said...

Wow, that is a very beautiful photograph of yourself on your blog profile.

Tim Shey said...

You are a brilliant poet and a very beautiful, young lady.