Issue 14
Highway, Animal

Not quite spring
those stubs of leaves, finger
print cloud smudge

the earth remembering
what we, have forgotten.

In the car, metal on metal on
rubber – road, highway
crawling along the spine

the earth hunched, half-smile half
wishing he would call.

Take the next sharp
right turn. Remember,
you’re going home.

Remember the caterpillar
of smoke in the sky

the one that looked so real
you almost cried.