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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