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The Message


 
 
In amber lights, the electronic display
on the highway message sign read:
Slow down … for the unknown. 
And I did. All day. I drove slower.
Walked slower. Typed slower. Ate
slower. My eyes trained on the horizon, 
my whole body sensitive, hyper-alive,
as if a deer might leap out, as if a great 
piñata might appear, as if a lover 
might curl his wicked finger, as if 
the sky itself might write me a love letter, 
as if the road might lift like a ribbon in the wind,
as if anything, anything could happen, 
anything, even nothing. 

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One Driving Home

long grey hem of highway  
each yellow dash a stitch
I’m ripping out

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the empty highway
stretches through the dark—
a music staff with one long note

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One Rev



 
 
roar of the highway
beside it in an evening primrose
a bee, thunderous

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Four More Surprises

rhymed in ice
the old cottonwood tree—
an altar for emptiness

*

that rock in the highway—
only the drivers think
it’s out of place

*

elk in the windshield—
taking time to notice
how brown its eyes

*

when I forgot
I was waiting, the flower
opened

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