It is four o’clock in the morning
and it is cold and snowing.
I’m driving in the dark
as icy snow is slamming itself
into the windshield
like angry hornets
protecting their nest.
I gaze into swirls
whirling like ghosts.
I am entranced
going too fast
for safely
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I feel the fright
within the dense dark.
I understand the terror of cold.
The wipers
sway to and fro
in a monotonic rhythm.
Ice builds
on the windshield
I turn on the radio
to listen
to the pass report,
but the computer comes back
with no data available
3
I ask god
if I am that diminutive
There is no answer
and no need for one.
I already know
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