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