going somewhere from nowhere

Brian Roth

It all crystallizes in the day
makes everything        unreadable

The road pulls
down in the cracked face
earth, a deposit of sand
removed by the broomsweep
of summer floods.

The evidences of their spree litter
the back seat where the woman turns
from the sun filling the windshield.
He places a hand to filter the new day:
a glance in the rear-view
a soft press on the pedal.