Today's poem is by Michael White
On Highland Road
The wilderness at the end of the road
was sumac, cattails & poison oak
a susurrus of ghosts in my head,
a smoldering dusk of livid blood
above the faded redwood decks
of the brick tract homes on Highland Road.
I knelt beside the creek & stared
at a single, pristine raccoon track,
till something snapped in the back of my head,
as a transformer on a pole exploded
there in the sky, with a fiery crack
a ball of flames at the end of the road.
Then I ran home to tell my dad
(adrift in a haze of cigar smoke)
before I could think it was all in my head,
& led him by the hand outside,
& pointed westward at the smoke
still hanging there, at the end of the road
but it was gone, it was all in my head.
Copyright © 2014 Michael White All rights reserved
from Vermeer in Hell
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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