After

April 25, 2010

After
by Erin Kilmer

The freeway
on Friday at five
past midnight
is quiet, not deserted–
headlights behind
tail lights ahead
we share the road
and the night
without jostling
for a lane
or an exit.
We are of the night
tonight
with wet pavement
reflecting
lightning’s electric whip
across the sky ahead
punishing the towers
of clouds only visible
by its flashes of
chastisement.
One exit
one turn
the road is mine alone–
mine and the lightning’s.
I dodge pothole
puddles, turn into
dark driveway.
I am home.

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One Response to “After”

  1. i like it.
    lightning is one of the things i miss from growing up in the midwest.

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