Windshield
Ara Mgrdichian
Scenic routes and rumbling trees
a transient sight, an ephemeral green
something rustles underneath
across the bank of gray
a tinge of red
and mammalian breath
riding the hard concrete
a smudge on glass?
an irritant?
brazen and dislodged
the blood and guts of smaller things
broken against your eye
inert now
blind and mute and deaf and dumb
[like you now]
give us a smudge, an anomaly
along with waves of grain
defying rooted lanes
purple mounds and majesty
and give us our daily bread
give us respite from news and Love
give us more dead bugs against the glass
a cow on a hill…a water tank
and the long liquescent road
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