The Forgotten Road
a net of blackbirds circles
the dying corn
steel radio towers spawned from the ground
its signals race away
racing along this autumn road
the gray sky a closing wall
the river valley bridge
its terminus lost in a fading shroud
the car speeds away the unknown
and the words dry on the last page
the black ink seeps down
a tangled wish
desperate phantoms of unexplored
head slowed and viscous
it was the road and not the place