Weekend
Nothing of salience had the road out lost
For stubbornly refusing a view ahead.
Depth of the windshield through the noiseless miles,
Green bearing in, soothed as it terrified.
Wild asters second growth timber stalwart pines
Just over the edge of the shoulders, red
With iron natural to the soil. There I was
Ready at any moment to turn off.
A white wooden arrow marked the place.
Thick brush grazed my slowed hood.
An indefinite blue glimpsed through trees proved lake water.
When over soft needles I walked to your door
And saw in the eyes of you both for the first time
A gay sobriety self pacified,
I knew what you had to thank, and so did you
Smiling toward the plain table and a big meal.