Thursday, May 26, 2011

The Rivers I Have Hidden From The Sea / 2011

Sudden Ridges, Certain Valleys (To Begin Again And Again)

up ahead,
a rest stop,
a scenic overlook,
the sign in a shutter of light
going by at seventy-five miles an hour
says so

we are tired,
light is falling orange
out our back window
and we want only the
absence of color
sleep can bring

but on we go,
miles revealing themselves
in sudden ridges,
certain valleys,
in our desire to get back
to where you and I began,
to begin again and again

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