Deer in Headlights
Wandering farther still past untame wilderness a doe lights upon a hill, pigeon of the land paralyzed by the sky-- “yes, road candy!”-- at least, was ghosting, fallen northern crown; Bacchus promised more than can ever be attained. Fallen, flying sixty-five --“goddamn the self-absorption of automobiles!” stars in slow motion kill fast moving land animals and lonely road cig won’t satisfy, beauty still alive in marble eye, I saw you, held you in regard, now gone. moving onward: I’m dizzy, and the streetlights foul everything in sight; there’s a gas station close by. I must know if anyone is still alive.
Samuel Maurice (c) October, 2019