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

time

before earth turns

its face from the sun.

This last sliver of day

vanishes

behind the grey-green

guardians

of the valley.

 

 

 

Only a familiar

lake

holding the half-light

of stars

pulls me

back to the road’s curving

embrace-

away from an underworld

calling

welcome home,

welcome home.

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

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