Monday, October 23, 2006

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

1 comment:

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

This is formatted incorrectly and is supposed to have three sets of increasing indents and no numbers, but the blogger would not let me do it correctly. Grrrr, stupid blogger.