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Future Destination
JS (4/29/55 / Elizabeth, N.J.)

Future Destination

In a sputter of rain
I drift up some westerly on-ramp,
sip coffee from a styrofoam cup.
Soon the radio station stutters distance,
the car obligingly hums a hypnotizing tune.

Psychic's spread of cards once foretold eventuality
among Taos bloody sunsets, colored crystals,
wind-carved orange-purple rocks.
Desert air to fulfill me,
I will find my peace there,
anonymous, alone.

Cruise control set to 65,
air thrusting on max,
virgin highways loom ahead, white line beckons.
A rearview image of you darkened
and fading, without future to hold.

(9/27/05)

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