Saturday, November 21, 2015

Poem: Amaryllis Asphalt

From Michael J. Vaughn: Collected Poems

Amaryllis Asphalt

Jacaranda snows are a lovely thing if you can find them, splitting the narrow sea of Highway 5, wondering if your hand will slip from the wheel, if life holds more for you than three-minute eggs and a waitress named Jolene.

The Texas rain does you large favors, curtaining off the horizon before it swallows you up. Western states do not stop for passengers, and morning waits like a dial tone on the rail fences outside Dallas.

The only thing better than being here is being three miles from here, three minutes from now.


And nothing so good as a rest stop blackbird, picking crumbs off the pay phone shelf.

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