The Doe
I drove through the night and still more came,
throwing itself at the windshield.
I could believe the entire world was
asleep, the night
stretching on infinite in either
direction, past
asleep, the night
stretching on infinite in either
direction, past
in shadow, future in shadow,
the planet subdued
for a moment and me
the planet subdued
for a moment and me
alone barreling
through it.
White Beetle and the white fanning
ahead a white moth, a death
moth.
White Beetle and the white fanning
ahead a white moth, a death
moth.
