Out here, fiery wrecks are restored, overturned LP tanker trucks blaze with a flame that burns but does not consume,
the twisted hulks of loaded station wagons carrying families to the vacations they will never return from are righted, back in lane,
father behind the wheel permanently stalled in that happy moment just before the crash when his eye was caught by his son pointing out the hawk forever lifting off from a fencepost.
And here the sleepy travelers wake in time, this time, to pull their cars back across the center line
and drunks crawl out from smoking heaps, grin crookedly and ask for another drink,
and all the girls who ever disappeared hitchhiking home from college stand beside the road, resurrected in their youth, innocent thumbs
On the Highway to Heaven
ReplyDeleteOut here, fiery wrecks
are restored,
overturned LP tanker trucks
blaze with a flame that
burns but does not consume,
the twisted hulks of loaded
station wagons carrying families
to the vacations they will never
return from are righted,
back in lane,
father behind the wheel
permanently stalled
in that happy moment
just before the crash
when his eye was caught
by his son pointing out
the hawk forever lifting off
from a fencepost.
And here the sleepy travelers
wake in time, this time,
to pull their cars back
across the center line
and drunks crawl out
from smoking heaps,
grin crookedly and ask
for another drink,
and all the girls
who ever disappeared
hitchhiking home from college
stand beside the road,
resurrected in their youth,
innocent thumbs
stuck out again.
Thanks, Rich. It's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, I didn't see it until today.