C. E. W H I T E H E A D
(Westbound, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, 1976) into no early light. Rounding the devil's own blind bend the road's winding settles into us and we forget those other possibilities lining the highway and the way back as if they could stop the wheel's dry spin, the leaves of asphalt.
We drive on,
Vermilion sinks into black behind us. |