Sunday, March 9, 2014

The Road

The road seems to end in the sky, where we dislodge grief by wiping our eyes, waiting for the thaw to commence; meanwhile my frozen spine feels like a swarm of giant ants biting, and to break the chill we sip hot tea in a roadside café.

–with gratitude to Meg Pokrass

(published in –number 73, “one-sentence poems,” March 2014) 

copyright 2014 by Floyce Alexander

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