In three voices, the Kensington forest road

In three voices, the Kensington forest road


1-is a path toward there and back, a deer run
to be taken swiftly or not at all,

2-is a fog of spray and mist, hurtling too fast, oh way too fast,

3-is another woodland rock, a pond to moisten tidbits
in the October rain and falling dark,

1-is a dance, with the car
as partner. No one, nothing exists except as obstacles and hurtles,

2-is a speeding woodland train, stranded
on exploding tracks,

3-is a place of sudden light and terror,

1-has stupid animals, too dumb to run,

2-cries silently Oh my God, slow down swerve stop a raccoon!

3-brings unbearable pain and death, becomes
my grave.



Mary Stebbins Taitt
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