To take the long way

Away from

Home [...]

How to make peace with that purring engine,

Subtle vibrato?

Past the nascent crack in the window

The scent of conifers

Flanks the blue range.

Never mind your lectures on Randy Rhoads

—I can’t just tip-toe around how

I’m looking at you looking at

Your teeth in a

Hand mirror.

And despite it all, the little exchanges

Between the passenger seat

And me,

The whole world rolls off my back like salt over the shoulder.

Cutting through the mist which hangs and harangues

Beyond the musty pane,

I look back sharply,

And for one moment

We can both agree

That there’s something near,

And dearer,

In the breeze.