On A Country Lane At Night

At night these lanes are difficult to walk.
Headlights loom up suddenly,
splitting your shadow into two forms
that dash against the hedgerows and separate,
like lovers after a quarrel,
both on a different track,
while one man walks back to his supper
and thinks on that.

Either before or after a fight,
on a country lane at night.

[first posted 3/11/2015]

clear out

after the storm the street seemed more alive
as if the trees had finally grasped
what they were all about

the people opposite picked up debris
and swept their drives bare
as I came back here
to whatever it is I do behind these quiet curtains

I had been out on an errand
and froze
in muscle skin and bone

then I remembered when walking had been easy
and ran all the way home
clear out of road

clear out

of road