Friday, October 15, 2004

Four-Lane Poem

Maria/who has never
crossed the street/
now dragging her feet
back turned from/ traffic
/the blur of/sound of engines
a failed marriage of 28 years
/Maria can see sidewalk/
steady blackness of asphalt
the point of lanes
why lin/es are all broken
the road so close and how
cars like people
from such violent tricks/such