Firefly

Driving on a summer night

A spattering of words Like the glowing streak on my windshield On a damp and wasted summer’s night I drive through the hardest part The leaving and not understanding. The sky mirrors my fear And that stupid bug on my window While following me down this dark stretch, This empty lane extending from somewhere And I’ll search for someplace else to be.

Reviews

[holly]

Nice job or writing about loss and confusion. The images take the reader into the passenger seat and into the poet's hurt. Thanks for posting it.