The Driver Lives
Evermore, returning in dream,
incomplete: the windshield,
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incomplete: the windshield,
passenger, snow falling
furtively in and through.
At first where
for all that is missing:
fluorescence, a mother’s embrace,
thick-red-blood pushed
by heart only.
Then the cool affirming wind,
the clarifying sighs of steel.
To unclick eyes - and belt.
Daniel Schillinger
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