Millennium Development Goal #6: COMBAT HIV/AIDS, MALARIA AND OTHER DISEASES.
Driving Home
The light from the oncoming car
Seeps out from a pinpoint and
Spreads across the blotter of the dusk
As seen through my windshield
By me, on my way home
February first I think
In the year of our lord
Two thousand and something
It’s coming
A cylindrical, blunt shadowshape
With highlights of gray airbrush
Fading into black
Lazily vaulting end over end
Slow, inevitable
Under the white hole of the moon
In a sky empty as enamel.
It’s getting bigger
It’s filling up the whole windshield
It’s on me now like glue
No, not like glue, it missed,
It just missed me. I’m okay.
Until next time, I’m really okay.
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