Cheryl Townsend
AIMLESS
I drove North
in the ice-blue dusk
of October
But West
could have been as easy
Leaving
A belly full of tears
and a reason
There was no goodbye
or hava safe trip
No write when you get there
I had no place to go
but a need grew
with the darkness
and swelled
like roadkill in July
But this is October
and it's cold
Things are beginning to die
Nature gives me
a perfect metaphor
I roll down the window
as if indifference
didn't sting me enough
I drive nowhere
Reruns play at will
I edit and rewrite
Could haves should haves
would haves
How many miles
til day light?
