Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Going Home November (winter roads)


"I drive

west. I wend between snowbanks,
until the road delivers me
to a sleeping boat launch.
They stand on the frozen ramp;
watch me with coats that are
better than mine."

from Three Deer in Oquossoc
by Sonja Johanson

American Life in Poetry:
Column 713

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