That dark highway

Won’t see the shadow,

My car steering that path


My heart won’t darken

that door’s heavy wood

Or see those dirty panes


My soul can’t go visit

Beat upon by that storm

Anymore damage will destroy.


So, holidays

Only steer my heart

Down those narrowing roads


But not home,

Anywhere else, any path

Strangeness invited but not home.


24 Oct 04