Instead of Getting Warm
A Poem

Seven minutes west past Darlingford this flattening province dips for a second into the checkered plain The windows of the car are barely holding me in I thought about reaching for the switch the u-turn into a different fate but I suppose that’s not something you always choose I know this path is miserable lonely Bringing home small pieces of bacon best I can do for the moment And instead of getting warm I lower the window a bit more Hold on now we’re going up a hill again to a different home
J.D. Harms 2020
