Highway

Amidst a colonnade of silhouettes

advancing soldierlike on left and right

the raindrops dance in blurry pirouettes

upon the glass: a pageant of delight,

like silv'ry pixies waving magic wands.

 

I carry Icarus on flaming wings

against the evening sun, but he absconds

in teary reverence. The roadway sings:

 

it passes like a serpent slithering

beneath me, hissing, seething, sinuous,

until seductions of the nightfall cling

to me, regaling my mellifluous

detachment as the kitten pistons purr

in strains to which my other worlds defer.