...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Friday, February 12, 2016

3. With my more recent, blurrier vision

With my more recent, blurrier vision,
driving at night makes the red lights
of the cars before me seem nearly

stable, not hurtling at seventy plus
down the 405, but like eyes in the dark
in a cartoon saying danger to

the hapless hero. They hover and shift
within a limited span. Their size
does not decrease. The lanes scrolling out

behind them are more felt than looked at.
Something's rolling in the trunk.

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