Highway by Brandi Swedlund

Blood of the earth washes over cracked asphalt,

seeping into miniscule fissures.

I drive

further into shadow,

toward the eerie calm of evening.


Breaking the seal

between myself

and the world outside my car,

I breathe the sweet sharpness

of altitude.


Trees bow in the golden, scarlet


before earth turns

its face from the sun.

This last sliver of day


behind the grey-green


of the valley.




Only a familiar


holding the half-light

of stars

pulls me

back to the road’s curving


away from an underworld


welcome home,

welcome home.

Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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