TUESDAY: The Road From Here

BY CHARLENE JONES

Copyright is held by the author.

right now I’d take that highway
with the wheels humming under my
fingers on the steering and the night
dark as sin enveloping daytime fantasies.

I roll like from Idaho to Florida or
through Utah to Louisianna that route
no one remembers who has not taken it
through the desert swamps and heat

you recall that time we

when the night rolled by in crisp air
dry as an old fig and wrinkled I’d say
like my skin now but then, man

everything was so intense and unending
everything so important

and skin the organ sliding over
a black tarmac reeling out under us

all the way

from here.